Facade of Love

Chapter 44 I owe her my life.

Ignoring my protests, Idris strode out of the conference room. I had too much on my plate to chase after him. After delegating some tasks to Uncle Marcus, I gathered my things to head to the old mansion

Outside the company, true to his word, Idris was waiting. Dressed in black, he stood next to his McLaren of the same hue. His handsome, aristocratic demeanor was impossible to ignore, drawing the eyes of passersby,

Everyone appreciated beauty, and a good–looking person inevitably attracted extra glances from passers–by, regardless of gender.

Not wanting to be the center of attention, I shot him a glance and headed towards my car.

Beep beep… Idris honked his hom, drawing even more attention. Then he called out, “Yvette, let me drive you.”

His voice was not loud, but the employees of Scott Corporation and the passers–by could hear him. After all, he had honked his horn, making it hard for people not to notice.

I looked at him, l*ps pursed. How had I never noticed before just how shameless this man could be?

If I were to strut out of here right now, it would take less than two hours for the gossip about Ms. Scott of Scott Corporation and the Young heir having a spat to spread like wildfire throughout the company.

did not want her

drive me, I found myself climbing into his car. The McLaren that was worth a fortune roared. to life with a powerful

from passersby, which I found

eyebrows arching in surprise.

in the mood to engage with him. “Moore

displeasure in his eyes. As we waited at a red light, his strong fingers tapped rhythmically on the steering wheel. “I’m sorry about what happened to your father,” he said. “If

are you afraid I’ll

hurt her, it would upset my

“Idris, what makes you so sure I’d still want to have your

He turned to

I asked, ” You’re hardly short of children, Mr. Young. And if this child in my belly were to be born, he’d have to share your love with others. It might be kinder not to bring him into this world

Idris’s grip tightened on my wrist,

it out on

having someone else in your heart, we wouldn’t be here. You wanted to enjoy the love of many, but did you ever consider how I felt? You hurt me, and that was bad enough, but you also hurt my father. Idris, do you really think I’m emotionless, that I can’t feel

me. “I owe her my life,” he said in a low voice. With that, he restarted the