Facade of Love

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?”

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 for

at him, unimpressed. His attempt at

sat back and eyed the man across from me. “I’ve got to

than he had earlier, the dark cloud over his face lifting somewhat. He hesitated for a moment before saying, “I’ve got all the materials for

to me. I was hesitant but took it, fl*pping it open to see that it was Indeed about the new projects Zoe and I had been

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

finish my question before he cut in. “With the way things are at Scott Corporation, winning all the projects isn’t realistic, but securing one or two? That’s doable. Still, it’ll take some serious effort from the head of Scott Corp to prepare a winning bid.”

swallowing the flood of words I had wanted to say, and

not respond, his expression unreadable.

meet? I hesitated, unsure whether to make

thought, I suddenly noticed a leather bag had appeared on the table. I

my gaze and just quietly sipped the fresh tea the waiter had brought over.