Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young)
Chapter 236

Chapter 236 Do You Care About Him?

I did not catch on Immediately and looked at Charlie blankly, "What?"

Following his slightly indifferent gaze, I saw Idris, who had gotten out of the car and was waiting for me. Realizing he was asking about Idris and me, I hesitated for a moment, unsure

of how to answer.

debt

After hesitating for a moment, "He probably feels indebted to me," I eventually said. The sudden change in Idris' behavior toward me could only be attributed to a sense of debt for saving his life five years ago, for the injury our child suffered because of Moore, and for the years of misrecognition that he could not make up for.

That was pretty much it..

Charlie turned his gaze back, his deep and dark eyes

I was puzzled. "Me?"

He nodded. "Do you care about him?"

fixing steadily on me. "And you?"

Not rushing to answer his question, I looked at Charlie and smiled. "Mr. Yates, you don't seem like the type to gossip about others' private lives."

He raised an eyebrow, unbothered and calm. "Everyone needs to be curious sometimes. It makes life a bit more interesting. Otherwise, wouldn't it be boring?"

As he spoke, his handsome eyes lifted, filled with a captivating charm.

Suddenly, my heart sank, and I dropped my fork in shock. Realizing my gaffe, I hurriedly scrambled to pick it up.

He was quicker, bending slightly to pick up the fork before me and signaling for someone to bring me a new one. Looking at me, he asked, "Did my words shock you? Why have you turned so pale?" I shook my head, still buzzing from the incident. For a moment, I felt as if I had seen someone I was deeply afraid of Luens Dean.

Despite Charlie's completely different appearance, his manner of speaking just now was eerily similar to Lucas'.

Suppressing the sudden fear in my heart, I looked at Charlie and shook

my head apologetically. "No, my stomach just felt a bit unwell, so I accidentally dropped the fork. I'm really sorry."

Hearing this, Charlie frowned with concern. "Are you okay? I can take you to the hospital."

I hurriedly shook my head, embarrassed. "It's nothing serious, just the usual discomfort for a few days every month. I'll be fine, but I might need to go back now."

He realized what I meant and paused before nodding, saying, "I'll take you downstairs."

"No need," I refused, smiling. "I can manage on my own, and it's just a few steps away. My husband will come to pick me up. Thank you, Mr. Yates."

I intentionally brought up Idris. Charlie nodded slightly, his expression remaining calm. "

Chapter 236 Do You Care About Him?

Alright, then I won't escort you out."

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I did not mean to reject him so harshly. It was mainly because though Charlie's face was no longer hidden by a mask, his legs probably had not fully recovered yet, as he was still sitting in a wheelchair. If he really had to escort me, it would indeed be troublesome for him.

Upon leaving the restaurant, as soon as I stepped out, I saw Idris standing by the car, looking striking. He and Charlie were not the same type of handsome. Charlie's charm was due to his refined nature, while Idris exuded an inherently noble and refined beauty. Both were handsome but in different ways.

Seeing me come out, he looked toward me and opened the passenger-side door.

He was so considerate that if I pretended not to notice, it would seem pretentious.

Getting into the car, he started the engine and asked softly, "Where to?"

"Scott Corporation," I responded, inadvertently checking the time. Glancing at him, I asked, You were waiting outside the restaurant the whole time. Did you have something to tell me?"

He tapped his fingers lightly on the steering wheel, uttering just a word, "No."

Was he just waiting for me?

The silence in the car was deafening, and I could not decipher his mood at the moment, so I wisely stayed quiet.

It was not far, and soon, Idris's car arrived at the Scott Corporation building.

Although I did not know why he had been so attentive all morning, I still looked at him before getting out of the car and said, "Thank you for the ride." was d

He pursed his lips, his eyes narrowing as he looked at me. His voice was deep as he said, "Is that all? Just a thank you?"

I could tell he was in a bad mood.

Since when? I thought carefully, and it seemed his mood had soured since I left the restaurant, or more precisely, since I went to meet Charlie. Claim Bonus For Free Every Days