Facade of Love

Chapter 325 Torturing Myself in a Different Way

I frowned and pursed my lips, saying, “That’s hard to say.”

Idris fell silent, looking at me without a word. The light in his dark eyes seemed to dim a bit, filled with disappointment and helplessness. He was like an abandoned child.

Holding the car keys in my hand, I gazed at him and said, “Idris, we can go back together.”

“I’ll walk back,” he replied firmly.

Watching his retreating figure, I lowered my head to look at the car keys in my hand. There was a slight ache in my heart. I could not help but mock myself. When did I become so childish and ridiculous?

This way of venting anger was probably something only I could come up with.

Taking a deep breath, I looked up at the pitch–black sky. It was probably eighteen miles from here to Clearwater Residence. It would take quite a bit of physical effort and time to walk back. What was I getting so worked up about, anyway?

What absurd behavior!

I had never driven Idris‘ car before, but luckily, all cars were more or less the same. It was just a matter of handling the throttle and brakes. I simply would not touch anything else. With that in mind, I slowly drove back.

Nearly an hour later, I parked the car downstairs at the Scotts Residence. I did not hurry to get out of the car but instinctively checked the time. It was almost ten o’clock. I was not doubting Idris‘ trustworthiness or worried that he might have taken a cab back. I was more concerned that he might be too honest and actually walk all the way back.

Boom!

matter of moments, thunder rumbled, and

was stunned for a few seconds, then took out my phone and called Ensio.

answered after just a couple of rings, and Ensio’s voice came through the other end, as formal as

spoke into the phone, “Mr. Candor, Idris is on Riverside Road. He isn’t driving. If you have time, could you go pick him up

silence on the other end of the phone.

got straight to

I hung up the phone.

too wishy–washy. Even if Idris did walk back, he was not a dumb*ss. If it started

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in mind, I decided to get out of the

didn’t you come back for dinner? You and Little Sanchez are the same. It’s so late now, and

just replied, “I’m going up

I simply could

displaying Ensio’s name on the caller ID. I hesitated for a moment and answered the call. Ensio’s voice came from the other end, “Mrs. Young, Mr. Young… refuses

Darn it…

phone, I suppressed my emotions and calmly said,