Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young)
Chapter 214

Chapter 214 Are you cursing me with a rotten heart and lungs?

I scowled. "What do you mean 'what's my plan'?"

He sounded annoyed. "You hurt me. Are you just going to let that slide?"

I thought... Wait, I hurt him?

So I was the one to blame now?

Suppressing a sigh, I replied, "I didn't hurt you. You were the one who got blackout drunk and tangled with a frisky dog, ending up hurt. I was the good Samaritan who got you home safely, Idris. You should be thanking me, not accusing me of wrongdoing!"

He went silent again, and I figured that was the end of it. I got ready to hang up.

Then, his voice came through, low and steady. "So, Yvette, why did I end up blackout drunk? Why did I fight with a dog in heat? What's really at the root of this injury?"

I scrunched my forehead, itching to argue back, but then it hit me-last night's drinking binge with Mr. Lowry was all to hook him up with Scott Corporation, and it was all for me. His hangover, the whole mess, it traced back to... me.

I could not dodge the truth.

Phone in hand, I clammed up, my mind racing for the right words.

The guy on the line must've caught on to my silence. His voice, deep and magnetic, broke through, "After all I've done for you, swinging by the hospital isn't asking too much, is it? Huh?"

Even through the phone, I could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

Smug. That's what it was.

Why the heck was he smug?

Talking to dogs while plastered was not exactly something to brag about. Shouldn't he be mortified? Shouldn't he be steaming mad and ducking my calls, not acting like I owe him one?

Man, I was over it.

I almost told him off, but I just did not have his nerve. I sighed and caved, "It's not too much. So, Mr. Young, which hospital? What do you want to eat? I'll bring it."

'Surprise me. You know what I like, right? Two years as a married couple, you've gotta know something," he said, like we were still close.

I bit my lip, rolling my eyes so hard I saw my brain. I knew jack squat. Two years of marriage, and he was throwing it in my face? Please.

I took a deep breath and told him, "Fine, I'll just grab something."

I hung up before he could answer.

Since when did he get so thick-skinned?

Was that whole prince charming act just for show?

Chapter 214 Are you cursing me with a rotten heart and lungs?

I stewed over Idris for a bit, feeling a little less annoyed, then got my act together and headed

out.

I was all set to hang out with Sweety, but a call from Idris threw a wrench in those plans. As I made my way to the hospital, I shot Sweety a text, just checking in.

Deep down, I knew she was ticked off about the whole Liam thing I brought up the other day, but hey, we had been close for years. I figured she'd get over it soon enough. Text sent, I rushed to the hospital.

The hospital, in the neurology department, Ensio was clutching a stack of medical reports when he spotted me. "Hey, you made it," he greeted.

I could not help but smirk at the mountain of paper in his hands. "Looks like Mr. Young's had a full system diagnostic, huh?"

Ensio, bless his clueless heart, did not pick up on my sarcasm and just nodded earnestly. How'd you know about Mr. Young's full-body check-up? Out of the blue, he wanted to scan everything, worried he had some health scare."

I let out a dry chuckle. "I bet everything's falling apart inside. You'd better stick with him for the whole nine yards, maybe even give each of his cells a once-over."

"What's this? Cursing my guts to rot and we haven't even split officially yet?" That all-too- familiar voice hit my ears from behind.

I spun around on instinct and there was Idris, looking as flawless as ever, squinting at me with those piercing eyes.

Our eyes locked, and I quickly looked away, my gaze landing on the bandage wrapped around

voice his head, which made me feel a twinge of guilt. "You okay?" I managed to ask, my coming out a bit stiff.

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