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.

big deal, but she did not want her

McLaren that was worth a fortune roared. to life with

passersby, which I found uncomfortable, so I

arching in surprise. “I thought you’d enjoy this,” he

pressed my l*ps together, not in the mood to engage with him.

red light, his strong fingers tapped rhythmically on the steering wheel. “I’m sorry about what happened to your

easy for you to say, Mr. Young. What, are you afraid I’ll take out my anger on Moore and hurt your

voice was low and controlled as he replied, “Yvette, she’s just a pregnant woman. If you hurt her, it would upset my grandmother. Besides, you’re carrying my child. I want you to take

My heart felt numb. “Idris, what makes you so sure I’d still want to have your

as he slammed on the brakes. He turned to

asked, ” You’re hardly short of children, Mr. Young.

on my wrist, his dark eyes boring into mine.

need to vent, take it out on me.

about 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 hand in silence for a long moment before finally releasing me. “I owe her my life,” he said in a low voice. With that,