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?!

”

up for him?

just being objective. If you don’t want to hear it,

car slowly entered Azure Bay,

car, I saw

car, and as my mother and Sweety approached to support

got out of the car, shook my head,

was about to enter the house, but noticing they had not moved, I looked at them. They all seemed to be looking

nearby, and its door opened. Idris, with his tall and broad physique,

1. me.

was about to reach out to me,

Chapter 174 Estranged

back, avoiding his hand.

a moment before slowly withdrawing. His dark eyes landed on me, his voice slightly hoarse as he

replied with polite distance, “I’m fine, thank you for your concern, Young.”

Mr.

furrowed, and a hint of an indecipherable expression crossed his tired but still handsome face.

a bit dizzy. Not wanting to engage in further conversation, I looked at him

before he shook his head, his hoarse voice carrying a hint of desolation. “No, I just came to see

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