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.

she did not want her personal business

me, I found myself climbing into his car. The McLaren that was worth a fortune roared.

from passersby, which I found uncomfortable,

at me, his handsome eyebrows arching in surprise.

together, not in the mood to engage with him. “Moore would,” I

brow furrowed, a hint of 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

scoffed. “That’s easy for you to say, Mr. Young. What, are you afraid I’ll take out my anger

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

“Idris, what makes you so sure

slammed on the brakes. He turned to me, his

reaction caught me off guard. I had not expected such a strong response. “What do 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 love with others. It might be

my wrist, his

need to vent, take it out

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

releasing me. “I owe her my life,” he