Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young)
Chapter 275

Chapter 275 Annoyed by Me?

I was a bit confused by Idris' question, wondering what he meant.

However, it soon became apparent that he might have misunderstood my feelings for Charlie.

It was difficult to explain, and perhaps there was no need to.

After a moment, I regained my composure and looked at him calmly, saying, "Idris, we're already divorced. My personal affairs are not your concern. Thank you for helping me replace evidence, and I'm sorry that my situation has involved the Youngs and you. Noah's incident happened so suddenly that I didn't consider your side before Uncle Marcus sent out the news. I'll make sure to visit Grandma and explain everything. It's getting late today, so you should go back and rest."

To prevent him from reading too much into it, I added, "Thank you.

Human relationships were indeed complex. After a divorce, it would be best never to see each other again, but with all that had happened recently, both good and bad, it seemed impossible for me to completely hate him. On the other hand, I also could not let go of past grievances and care for him as I did before. Sure enough, people changed over time.

Intense love could dissipate, and so could intense hatred. I could not bring myself to hate him, and I could not continue to love him. It was neither sad nor joyful.

Idris fell into silence, a prolonged silence that was heavy and cold. I could not peek into his thoughts, and I did not have the energy to investigate his current emotions. After a brief pause, I wanted to speak again to suggest that he should leave, but he suddenly asked, "How do you want to thank me?"

What the hell?

I was stunned for a few seconds before I replied, "If you have anything you need help with, just ask, and if I can assist, I will definitely help." He raised an eyebrow. His expression was blank as he said, "I'll stay here tonight."

I was left speechless. What was he up to?

It was the first time I realized that Idris had quite a thick skin!

What else could I say? It seemed that the answer was nothing.

I decided to be straightforward and said, "It's up to you."

It seemed he was already expecting that I would be unable to chase him away. He raised an eyebrow, and his expression improved slightly.

After going back and forth with him for a while and failing to get him to leave, I felt a bit frustrated. I lay on the hospital bed, no longer wanting to speak. I chose to close my eyes and pretend to be asleep because it seemed there was no way I could get discharged at this point.

Before this, I would never be able to stay still in the hospital like this. However, having spent so many days in the police station, perhaps the circumstances forced me to appreciate the quietness of lying in the hospital, doing nothing,

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At least my belly was full, the bed was warm, and my heart was not restless.

I did not know what time I fell asleep, but I vaguely remembered that after a brief argument with Idris in my mind, I ignored him and started daydreaming on the bed.

Later, somehow, I drifted off to sleep.

The next day, the weather in Lake City was pleasant, despite it being in the midst of winter. The morning sun warmed my heart.

When I woke up, I had a brief moment of distraction as usual, but I quickly regained my thoughts. The man sitting in the chair next to me had disappeared, leaving the hospital room unusually quiet. Perhaps the hospital's medication was particularly effective as my back was no longer as painful. I got out of bed and prepared to pack my things to return to the Scott Residence.

The door to the hospital room was pushed open from the outside, and the person who entered, unsurprisingly, was Idris.

I turned to look at him, and our eyes met. I noticed he was carrying breakfast, which explained why I had not seen him when I woke up. He must have gone out to get some. "Is it still hurting?" the man asked, his voice clear and cold but gentle, giving no hint of our strained relationship.

"Mm," I replied briefly, not saying more as I was thinking about getting discharged.

He handed me the breakfast and said, "Have breakfast first. After you finish, I'll accompany you for a walk downstairs, and in the afternoon, let the doctor check on you again." I furrowed my brows. Did he plan to cling to me today as well?

I looked at him, feeling somewhat reluctant, and said, "Aren't you busy? Do you have that much time? How long have you been here? Don't you have anything to do?" He seemed to sense the tone of my words, and his brows furrowed slightly. "Am I annoying you?"