Facade of Love

Chapter 156

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Chapter 156 Have We Met Before, Five Years Ago?

Moore’s face was a mask of doubt as she gazed at me, clueless. Then Idris, who had been

chatting with Ensio by the stairs, heard my cry and rushed over, quickly helping me to my

feet.

Moore froze at the sight of Idris, and it took her a moment to find her words, “Iddy, you…

Once I was steady, Idris’s gaze shifted to Moore, his expression unreadable. He simply

instructed Ensio, “Take Ms. Scott home.

He was not talking about me.

Ensio nodded, approached Moore with a formal air, and said, “Ms. Scott, let’s get you

home.”

A look of disbelief and panic crossed Moore’s face. “Iddy, what I just said…”

“I heard everything you said,” Idris cut in, his voice steady and detached as he looked at

her with indifference. “I’m not getting a divorce.”

The words hit the air with a force that left both Moore and me frozen in place. I bet Moore

never saw it

coming–Idris telling her off with such raw honesty.

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He was basically spelling it out for her: no divorce was in the cards, so she had better not

get any wild

ideas.

Moore’s face went ghostly white, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. She tried to speak,

but no

words came out.

Ensio chose that perfect awkward moment to chime in, “Ms. Scott, I’ll take you home.”

Moore shuffled away, head down, like a chicken after a losing bout in the coop.

As she retreated, I turned away, only to hear Idris’s voice, deep and controlled. “You

okay?”

I shook my head, silent, and headed for Madam Young’s room.

Idris caught my wrist, and I frowned at him, annoyed, “Mr. Young, what’s up?”

He looked at me, his face unreadable, “Do I seem like a fool to you?”

His question caught me off guard, reminding me of the harsh words I had thrown at

Moore–and that he had overheard, including the part where I called him a dunce.

Feeling suddenly sheepish, I bit my l*p, “You’re reading too much into it. I was just caught

up in the heat of the moment with Moore. Plus, you said it yourself, you’re not a fool.”

The more I tried to explain, the more it felt off.

Idris could sense it, just as I could. I expected him to get mad, but his face stayed calm.

He just arched an eyebrow and said coolly, “Cut the act. Fake falls aren’t your style.”

Crap, he was onto me.

I was about to argue when he gave me a sidelong glance, a playful smirk on his face, and

said slowly, That was way too fake.”

I was speechless. I tried to pull away from his grip, but the guy was strong. No matter how

hard I tried, I could not break free. In fact, it only made him hold on tighter. So, I just

clammed up.

He noticed my silence and his tone got softer. “Yvette,” he said.

“Yeah?” I replied, not exactly in the friendliest tone.

“Did we meet at the border five years ago?”

His question caught me off guard, and my heart did a little fl*p. I had heard him talking

with Ensio in the hallway. I figured he would only ask about that day at Hartfield if Ensio

had solid proof it was me who helped him escape. Ensio did not have anything yet, and

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here he was, asking. Was he testing me,

or…?

I never planned to bring up the whole rescue thing. I took a deep breath, bit my l*p, and

looked up at him with a blank expression. “Mr. Young, were you at the border five years

ago too?”

He had been watching me closely, trying to read my every reaction. When I played dumb,

he squinted a little and gave a low, ‘hmm.‘

I nodded and tossed out a casual, “What a coincidence,” before quickly changing the

subject. Grandma’s been asking for you since she woke up. You gonna just stand here with

me all day?”

He looked puzzled, his dark eyes scanning me. I looked away.

I expected him to keep grilling me, but he did not. He let go, and I did not stick around. I

made a beeline for Madam Young’s room.

I could hear his light footsteps trailing behind me. He was still there, watching me. I

walked the short distance to the room with my b*dy tensed, ready for him to start

questioning me again at any

moment.

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