Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young)
Chapter 174

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Maxwell nodded and hesitated before speaking. "Well, about Mr. Young..."

I pursed my l*ps and remained silent.

If the police knew I was safe, he would naturally know about it too. He probably cared more about Moore's well-being than my safety. The person he would rather be with at this moment was likely Moore anyway.

Maxwell seemed hesitant to speak, so I turned to him, asking, "When did you become so hesitant?”

He retorted, "I'm not hesitating, I just thought you should know something. During the day and night you disappeared, Idris was really worried. I guess he barely rested trying to find you. It was evident that he was quite anxious."

I looked at him, I*ps pursed, without saying a word. As he drove, seeing me staring at him motionlessly, he became somewhat uneasy and said, "Why are you looking at me like that? Did I say something wrong?"

"No," I shook my head. "Mr. Sanchez, can I ask you a question?"

"Why make such an expression before asking a question? You're making me anxious," he complained, visibly uncomfortable.

I smiled slightly, propped my cheek up with one hand, and asked, "You don't have a crush on Idris, do you?"""

As soon as I said this, he stared at me wide-eyed and protested, "Yvette Scott, are you out of your mind? I'm a straight man, got it? Don't go around spreading rumors about me, will you?!

I smirked. "If you don't like him, why do you always speak up for him? If I didn't know any better, I'd think you have a thing for him."

"Heh." He laughed sarcastically, somewhat speechless. "I'm just being objective. If you don't want to hear it, fine."

We ended the topic, and the car slowly entered Azure Bay, stopping outside the gate of the Scott Residence.

Before I could get out of the car, I saw my mother and Sweety already waiting at the door.

Maxwell parked the car, and as my mother and Sweety approached to support me, my mother asked, "How are you feeling? Are you hurt?"

I got out of the car, shook my head, and smiled. "I'm fine, all good."

After speaking, I was about to enter the house, but noticing they had not moved, I looked at them. They all seemed to be looking in the same direction.

Following their gaze, I was taken aback. A black Bugatti had stopped nearby, and its door opened. Idris, with his tall and broad physique, got out of the car and headed straight toward

1. me.

As he approached, I frowned slightly. Just as he was about to reach out to me, I instinctively

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stepped back, avoiding his hand.

The man's well-defined hand hesitated for a moment before slowly withdrawing. His dark eyes landed on me, his voice slightly hoarse as he asked, "Are you okay?"

I shook my head and replied with polite distance, "I'm fine, thank you for your concern, Young."

Mr.

His brow imperceptibly furrowed, and a hint of an indecipherable expression crossed his tired but still handsome face. After a moment, he nodded slightly, not saying much else.

Having been drugged and suffered from a high fever, I was still quite weary and felt a bit dizzy. Not wanting to engage in further conversation, I looked at him and asked directly, "Is there something you needed Mr. Young?"

Idris's expression darkened slightly before he shook his head, his hoarse voice carrying a hint of desolation. "No, I just came to see how you were doing."

I was somewhat surprised, but I did not continue the conversation, simply saying, "Thank you, Mr. Young. I'm fine now."

My words were brief, but I knew he understood my hint to leave.

He paused briefly then nodded, his expression unreadable. Then, he said, "Good to hear you're okay. I won't disturb you further, then."

After speaking, he turned and got back into his car.

I did not linger either, turning to enter Scott Residence.

In the living room, my mother and Sweety expressed their concern for my well-being and asked about what happened. Feeling very dizzy, I simply said I was tired and wanted to sleep before retreating to my

room.

Seeing this, my mother did not press further, only following me to ask if I was hungry or wanted something to eat. I gave a noncommittal reply, and she did not persist.

In my bedroom, I truly felt exhausted and unwell. It felt like my brain was lacking oxygen, my limbs feeling weak and dizzy. I lay on the bed, wanting to sleep but unable to.

When I got a call, I looked at the unfamiliar number on my phone screen, a bit confused. After answering, I realized it was Inch. He said over the phone, "You left in a hurry just now. The doctor said you have low blood sugar. Make sure to eat something when you get back and rest well for a few days."

I nodded and replied, "Okay, thank you."

"Don't mention it, we're comrades in life now. You don't need to keep thanking me," he said in his youthful voice, carrying a hint of boldness.

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