Facade of Love

Chapter 145

Chapter 145 He Dug Up the Past

I must have been seeing things to even think Idris looked at me that way.

I gulped down the mouthful, trying to keep my cool, and went through the motions of eating whatever he served up, over and over

He had me try a bite of each and every dish, a dozen in total. Staring down the next pastry he offered, I fought the urge to gag, the food nearly spilling out of my mouth as I confronted him, “Idris, do you really hate me that much?”

He stopped mid–sip, confusion washing over his handsome features. With a furrowed brow and a deep, puzzled hum, he looked at me, clueless.

I patted my chest, feeling like I was about to hurl, and pressed on, “I’ve heard of all sorts of ways to off a spouse–poisoning, freezing, starving–but death by overfeeding? That’s a new one to me.”

Idris did a spit–take, water flying everywhere as he coughed and sputtered.

This was the first time I had ever seen him lose his cool. I handed him a napkin without thinking, and after he’d finally stopped coughing, I could not help but ask, “Are you okay?”

breath, he fixed his gaze on me, a playful glint in his eyes. His voice, as smooth as ever, carried a teasing edge, “Yvette, killing your husband by making him choke to death is a first

stared at him, unimpressed. His attempt at

so I just sat back and eyed the

face lifting somewhat. He hesitated for a moment before saying, “I’ve got all

it was Indeed about the new projects Zoe and

through the documents, I met his gaze, my confusion clear. “How did you….” know I needed these?

are at Scott Corporation, winning all the projects isn’t realistic, but securing one or two? That’s doable.

I had wanted to say, and managed a simple,

respond,

meet? I hesitated,

appeared on the table. I looked

just quietly sipped the fresh tea the waiter had brought

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