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.

not a big deal, but she did not want her personal business to be the talk of the

drive me, I found myself climbing into his car. The McLaren that

from passersby, which I found uncomfortable, so I

his handsome eyebrows arching in surprise.

l*ps together, not in the mood to engage with him. “Moore would,”

of displeasure in his eyes. As we waited at a red light, his strong fingers tapped rhythmically on the steering wheel. “I’m

What, are you

voice was low and controlled as he replied, “Yvette, she’s just a pregnant woman. If you hurt her,

makes you so sure I’d still want

as he slammed on the brakes. He turned to me,

you think I’m going to do?” 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

tightened on my wrist,

it out on me.

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,

before finally releasing me. “I owe her my life,” he