Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young)
Chapter 216

Chapter 216 I'm Not Into Sweet Fruits

Sweety's lips tightened. "What battle?"

At that, I decided it was time for a heart-to-heart. "Let's talk about Liam, okay?"

She tried to bolt, but I caught her arm and gently but firmly guided her back to the couch." Look, I know it's not my place to meddle in your love life, and I really shouldn't, but Sweety, we're practically sisters. I can't just watch you walk into a disaster. Liking someone is fine, but Liam is bad news."

She bit her lip silently, her gaze downcast as she said, "I won't go near him again. You can relax. I won't be a bother to you anymore."

With those words, she got up and walked out, leaving me no chance to respond.

The words I wanted to say were stuck in my throat, unable to make their way out.

With a loud bang her bedroom door was shut. It was her way of saying she did not want to hear another peep from me.

Watching her act this way, my heart raced with confusion. I could not fathom why she was so upset about Liam, and I was at a loss for what to do next.

She did not want to talk, and it seemed like she was even trying to avoid me.

Feeling drained, I tried texting her to clear the air.

No matter how many messages I sent, it was no use. Helpless, I waited outside, sitting in the living room for over two hours, but she never came out.

Then the Youngs called. I had promised Madam Young I would join them for dinner at the old manor, so I had no choice but to head there.

The Youngs' Old Manor was buzzing with activity. Madam Young had just gotten out of the hospital, and the whole clan seemed to have shown up. Zoe greeted me as soon as I arrived, linking her arm with mine and saying, "Yvette, you're here at last! Come on, let's go inside."

Before I could even reply, she whisked me away to the backyard's lounge, where a bunch of young folks were hanging out. Idris was lounging on an armchair, impossible to miss, but it was Christina, standing next to him with a plate of perfectly sliced fruit, who truly stole the show.

Christina was rocking a white sundress paired with a soft, baby blue cashmere cardigan today. The look was fresh and vibrant, screaming 'teen spirit' from head to toe. With winter in full swing and everyone else bundled up in muted tones for warmth, Christina's bright outfit stood out like a beacon.

Catching a glimpse of her, I could not help but arch an eyebrow. Sure, she looked cute, but was she not freezing?

"Yvette, craving some fruit?" Zoe chimed in, arm in arm with me. Before I could even answer, she blurted out, "Great, because Miss Zanier has peeled a bunch, and Iddy isn't touching them, so they're all yours."

With that, Zoe grabbed the fruit plate from Christina a bit too forcefully and held it out to me, grinning at Christina. "Yvette, give them a try. They're super sweet."

Chapter 216 I'm Not Into Sweet Fruits

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I had not even made a move when Christina's face scrunched up in displeasure. "If you guys want some, peel your own. Why take mine? I peeled these for Iddy," she complained, her face the picture of someone who had been wronged, her eyes cast down in a way that just tugged at everyone's heartstrings.

It was not my first rodeo with Christina. Watching her pout, I had to stifle a laugh. Ah, to be young and wear your heart on your sleeve.

Zoe did not bother with a comeback. Instead, she turned to Idris with a serious look. "Iddy, you sure you don't want any?"

Idris gave a cursory glance at the plate now in front of me and declared, "I'm not into sweet stuff."

"They're not sweet..." came Christina's feeble protest.

Zoe cut her off. "If Iddy's passing, we're digging in. You're not going to tell me you only peeled them for Iddy and we can't have any, right?" Christina's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and she clamped her lips shut, refusing to say

another word.

Idris did not like sweet stuff? Then why on earth did he have me hop out of the car to grab some for him last night?

What was his deal?

I could not help the wave of annoyance that washed over me as I shot him a glare. He just arched an eyebrow, acting like he did not even notice.

Madam Young, leaning on Mr. Zachary for support, made her way in. She had just gotten out of the hospital and was not moving too smoothly, but she looked a lot better. Spotting me, she beckoned with a smile, "Yvette, there you are! Come sit with your grandma for a bit."

I headed over at her call, and Madam Young tugged me down onto the couch beside her. She then turned to Mr. Zachary, who was trailing behind, and said, "Hand it over, please."