Facade of Love

Chapter 319

Chapter 319 I Can Wait

His smile was warm, his tone comforting and alluring. There was no anger in his voice, only a sincere gratitude as he said, “Yvette, I appreciate your trust in me.”

Surprised by his words, I blinked and managed to stammer, “Huh?”

He played absentmindedly with the steering wheel, his fingers lightly drumming against it as he clarified, “I’m innocent. I didn’t do any of that stuff.”

A lightbulb went off in my head–he was talking about Jack’s tragic end and the nightmares that were keeping Christina and Moore up at night in their cold, lonely cells. I pressed my lips together, trying to keep my voice steady. “Forget the really bad stuff, like killing and beating people up. You could never even hurt Moore.”

He had been Moore’s guardian angel for ages. He might have messed up, but that was on him, not her. Moore was locked up for her own mess–ups, not because Idris flipped his lid. They had history, a real bond. The possibility of him snapping at someone else over a big mix–up was out of the question.

I still had this rock–solid trust in Idris being a stand–up guy.

He kept quiet, the light flicked to green, and he hit the gas. The silence was so thick in the car you could cut it with a knife.

Trying to lighten the mood, I asked, “Have you angered anyone lately?” With all fingers pointing at him, I could not help but wonder.

He smoothly turned the wheel, shooting me a quick, mischievous look. “Or maybe it’s you who’s made an enemy?”

I knitted my eyebrows together, “Who would I have upset?” Before he could say a word, it clicked. This whole mess was somehow about me. The victims had all crossed me at some point, but here was Idris, taking the fall.

What was the person behind this trying to tell us?

What was their endgame?

As I tried to make sense of it all, Idris chuckled softly, his voice steady, “Looks like the person behind the scenes is pretty cleve

figuring out that I’ve got your back and going after the ones

who’ve done you wrong.”

I raised an eyebrow at him, my expression screaming, “Really?” It seemed like he was just talking in circles.

He did not say anything more. However, there was this peaceful look in his eyes, and he hit me with a shocker. “They got what was coming to them.”

I was totally blindsided. I gave him a quick side–eye, and his handsome face seemed to turn icy for a split second. It freaked me out, and I wondered if my eyes were playing tricks on me.

You…?”

He glanced back, as chill as if nothing had happened, one eyebrow raised and that killer smile on his face, “What?”

I shook my head, trying to shake off the eerie feeling. Why on earth would he think the jerks

who messed with me had the right idea? Moore has been his girl for like forever, despite that. There was no way he would ditch her, not even for me.

We rolled to a stop in front of the sky–high Scott Corporation skyscraper. Before hopping out, I turned to him, my voice warm, “Thanks.” Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Stepping onto the curb, I left him behind, his eyes following me in silence. I had barely taken a few steps when his voice stopped me in my tracks. “Yvette.”

Whirling around, I met his

gaze.

“What?”

His eyes held mine, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, his tone low and hushed, “How about we grab dinner tonight?”

His question threw me. I stumbled over my words, “I… um…

“Ms. Scott, right?” Out of nowhere, a guy in a blue delivery uniform bounded up to me, an armful of flowers so big it nearly hid his face, waiting for me to nod.

I nodded, my mind a total blank.

He flashed a grin and handed me the flowers. “These are for you. Could you sign for them, please?”

I was still spaced out, but after I scribbled my name and grabbed the flowers, it suddenly clicked, and I blurted out to the delivery guy, “How did you know my last name is Scott?” I did not have a clue who he was.

The delivery guy gave me a small, knowing smile and said, “The dude who ordered these made sure I saw your pic. He was super insistent I give them to you and you alone. I tried to find upstairs, but no luck–they said you had stepped out, so I hung around here.”

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I was totally lost, about to grill the delivery guy for more information, but the moment I scribbled my name and grabbed the bouquet, he zoomed off like he was in the Tour de France or something. Clutching the flowers, I racked my brain trying to figure out who had sent them. A quick glance at Idris was enough to see the thunderclouds in his stormy eyes and the scowl aimed at the blooms nope, definitely not him. I almost asked him outright, yet he beat me to it, “Looks like I’ll be busy tonight, no time…” I barely got a breath in before he snapped, his voice sharp as icicles yet hot with anger, “Hanging out with Charlie, huh?”

Charlie’s name popping up in the conversation totally blindsided me, and I could not help but frown. “Look, Scott Corporation is like, totally buried in work. I just can’t get away right now. Mr. Young, I’m really sorry, but I’ve got to cancel on us hanging out.”

Idris’s expression went cold as stone, his eyes flicking to the flowers, which only seemed to crank up the chill factor. “It’s cool,” he said in an icy calm voice. “I’ll hang around. It doesn’t matter how late you show up.“,