Facade of Love

Chapter 174 Estranged

Maxwell nodded and hesitated before speaking. “Well, about Mr. Young…”

I pursed my l*ps and remained silent.

If the police knew I was safe, he would naturally know about it too. He probably cared more about Moore’s well–being than my safety. The person he would rather be with at this moment was likely Moore anyway.

Maxwell seemed hesitant to speak, so I turned to him, asking, “When did you become so hesitant?”

He retorted, “I’m not hesitating, I just thought you should know something. During the day and night you disappeared, Idris was really worried. I guess he barely rested trying to find you. It was evident that he was quite anxious.”

I looked at him, l*ps pursed, without saying a word. As he drove, seeing me staring at him motionlessly, he became somewhat uneasy and said, “Why are you looking at me like that? Did I say something wrong?”

“No,” I shook my head. “Mr. Sanchez, can I ask you a question?”

“Why make such an expression before asking a question? You’re making me anxious,” he complained, visibly uncomfortable.

I smiled slightly, propped my cheek up with one hand, and asked, “You don’t have a crush on Idris, do you?“””

As soon as I said this, he stared at me wide–eyed and protested, “Yvette Scott, are you out of your mind? I’m a straight man, got it? Don’t go around spreading rumors about me, will you?!

”

“If you don’t like him, why do you always speak up for him? If

sarcastically, somewhat speechless. “I’m just being objective. If you don’t want to hear it,

slowly entered Azure Bay,

I saw my mother

my mother and Sweety approached to support me, my mother asked, “How are you feeling? Are you

my head, and

noticing they had not moved, I looked

A black Bugatti had stopped nearby, and its door opened. Idris, with his tall and broad physique, got out of the

1. me.

Just as he was about to

Chapter 174 Estranged

avoiding his hand.

well–defined hand hesitated for a moment before slowly withdrawing. His dark eyes landed on me, his voice slightly hoarse as he asked,

shook my head and replied with polite distance, “I’m fine, thank you for your

Mr.

indecipherable expression crossed his tired but still handsome face. After a moment, he nodded

fever, I was still quite weary and felt a bit dizzy. Not wanting to engage in further conversation, I looked at him and asked

a hint of desolation. “No, I just came to see how you were doing.”

continue the conversation, simply saying, “Thank you, Mr. Young. I’m