Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young)
Chapter 274

Chapter 274 Instinct

Startled, I quickly spoke up to stop Charlie. "No, this bed is fine, there's nothing

uncomfortable about it. How about we watch a TV show instead? What would you guys like to watch?" Saying that, I turned on the television in the hospital room and started looking for a series to watch.

Seeing that I really did not want a new bed, Charlie did not press the issue. He moved his wheelchair closer to me and asked, "Do you usually like watching shows?"

I shook my head, flicking through various TV series on the screen and replied, "Not really." To be precise, I hardly watched them. I used to enjoy them when I was younger, but for some reason, I lost interest in TV series after college. Of course, if I occasionally came across one with a good plot, I might watch it. However, that was a rare occurrence.

I did not share all of this with Charlie. He smiled and asked, "What about movies? Do you like watching those?"

I hesitated for a moment and answered, "I wouldn't say I like them, but I've enjoyed some in the past, so I still watch them occasionally."

"Any favorites?" He seemed to be approaching this conversation like a casual chat between friends. Without much thought, I nodded and said, "I used to like Pixar animated movies. But not anymore."

He nodded as if he had found a topic to discuss. "If you like animated movies, we could go to Disney..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Inch's phone rang suddenly. This interruption seemed abrupt, and it visibly darkened Charlie's expression. He glanced at Inch, who quickly apologized and stepped back, answering the call on his phone.

As Charlie prepared to speak to me again, which took only a few seconds, Inch reentered the room. This time, Charlie's face appeared somewhat gloomy.

Inch seemed a bit wary of him but still spoke up. "Mr. Yates, the doctor's office called. They need you to change your dressing."

Upon hearing Inch's words, Charlie furrowed his brows slightly. After a brief pause, he continued to look at me gently and said, "I'll go change my dressing first. We can continue our conversation later." I nodded and watched him leave.

I could not help but glance at Inch, who left with Charlie. I was puzzled. Were these two not supposed to be good friends? Why did their interactions seem strange?

Considering Charlie's care for me during this period, he always emphasized that he was taking care of ine because of my friendship with Inch. However, their current relationship did not seem as close as he had portrayed.

After all, if they were truly close friends, why would they exchange such cold and stern looks

Chapter 274 Instinct

over a few interrupted words that did not matter?

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The two of them got along more like a general and a soldier. One was giving orders, and the other was following them.

"What are you thinking?" Idris, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up. He was still sitting in a chair not far away.

Upon hearing his voice, I withdrew my gaze to look at him. I shook my head and checked the time. It was already late, so I sincerely said, "It's getting late. You should head back early." I knew that Young Corporation had been through a lot lately because of my situation, and he must be busy. I was not that clingy, and I did not need him to stay with me all night.

He ignored my words but stood up and walked over to my side, looking at me and asking, "Is your back still hurting?"

The change of topic was quite sudden, and I hesitated momentarily before quickly shaking my head. "No, it's not hurting anymore. I'm much better."

He lowered his gaze, and his handsome face became dim and unreadable. He looked at me and said, "Do you resent me?"

I was taken aback and a bit confused by his question. I shook my head. "No." What was wrong with him? Why did he suddenly bring this up?

Looking at me, he furrowed his brows slightly, seemingly trying to restrain his emotions, and said, "Yvette, there are many ways to seek revenge on me. In the future, don't hurt yourself for someone else, alright? Someone like Charlie isn't worth it!"

I hesitated for a moment, then realized what he was referring to. He was talking about the kick I had blocked for Charlie outside the police station. I was not sure how to respond to him at that moment, especially because it felt like there was no need for an explanation between us in our current situation.

After a brief pause and regaining my composure, I looked at him and said, "It's not about whether he's worth it or not. I blocked that kick for him out of instinct." Just like when I saved Idris back then, it was not because of love or affection. It was a kind of instinct that I could not describe. Maybe it was because I knew that if Charlie's leg was really broken from Idris's kick, he might be permanently disabled.

Such an outcome would complicate the relationship between Charlie and Idris, and I did not want to be the cause of enmity between these two men.

I also did not want to become a source of trouble for two men who had nothing to do with me. Thus, out of instinct, I blocked the kick.

The temperature in the hospital room suddenly dropped a few degrees. I caught a glimpse of Idris's icy expression and realized that his face had become incredibly cold.

"Instinct?" he slowly uttered this one word with a suppressed and chilling tone.

I nodded, but then I realized he might have misunderstood. I wanted to explain, but my mind went blank, and I did not know how to clarify it properly.

The opportune moment for an explanation had passed, and saying anything now would make it sound like I was just making excuses. As expected, he suddenly chuckled in self-derision, then abruptly stood up and spoke in a flat voice. "When did this start?"