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?!

”

like him, why do you always speak up for him? If I didn’t know any

laughed sarcastically, somewhat speechless. “I’m just being objective.

entered Azure Bay, stopping outside the gate of the Scott Residence.

saw my mother and Sweety already waiting

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

out of the car, shook my head, and smiled. “I’m

not moved, I

was taken aback. A black Bugatti had stopped nearby, and its door opened. Idris, with his tall and broad physique, got

1. me.

frowned slightly. Just as he was about to reach out to

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avoiding

hand hesitated for a moment before slowly withdrawing. His dark eyes

shook my head and replied with polite distance, “I’m fine,

Mr.

and a hint of an indecipherable expression crossed his tired but still handsome face. After a moment, he nodded slightly, not

quite weary and felt a bit dizzy. Not wanting to engage in further conversation, I looked at him and asked directly, “Is there something you needed,

slightly before he shook his head, his hoarse voice carrying a hint of desolation. “No, I

not continue the conversation, simply saying, “Thank you, Mr. Young.