Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young)
Chapter 36

Chapter 36 Unqualified as a Wife

I was taken aback for a moment, a bit perplexed. "Why would I hate you?"

His expression darkened slightly, and he leaned toward me with an aggressive posture, his dark eyes narrowing. "You don't hate that Moore is pregnant?"

I frowned, feeling he was being irrational. There was a slight tightness in my heart, but I still responded

calmly, "It doesn't amount to hate. We got married due to family alliances. Although we've lived together for two years and have gotten used to each other, our relationship never reached the point where we co "Planned for it?" He smirked, his expression turning somewhat stern. "What plans? To divorce me? Or to look for someone

else?"

"Idris Young!" I was getting

angry, frowning at him, feeling that he was being increasingly unreasonable. "What right do you have to mock me? Haven't I done my part well enough? I'm your wife, yet you stayed out all

night for Moore, got her pregnant, and allowed her to insult me time and time again. What did I ever do? She moved into the old manor so blatantly, yet I never said a word against it. What more do you expect

I truly wanted to have at least one hysterical argument with him, but I knew that arguing was useless, so I suppressed my dissatisfaction, acting as indifferent as an idiot to everything happening around me Why did he still have to come and disturb my peace?

ay but silently t

Idris did not respond to me right away but silently stared at me. Those deep, restrained black eyes revealed no emotion, as if what I had just said was all nonsense.

After a long time, he finally spoke, "You've done your part very well as a daughter-in-law of the Youngs, but Yvette, you're my wife."

I scoffed. "So?"

Suddenly, he reached out and cradled my face, his voice hoarse and seductive. "You can do as you please: throw tantrums, cry and ask me to stay."

I was taken aback, frowning at him. I could not help but look at him and say, "Are you insane?" What was that about doing as I please and throwing tantrums?

He did not answer me and instead released me and sat up straight. "You don't need to worry about Moore. Once she gives birth, I will make proper

arrangements for her future. Yvette, what you need to do is trust me unconditionally. Do you understand?"

I pursed my l*ps, growing even more puzzled. Proper arrangements? How exactly did he plan to do that? How could one make arrangements for a woman who had given birth to a Young? At best, she would ju highly

Ha, he truly thought too of me. Did he actually believe I would turn a blind eye to his cheating?

Suppressing the anger in my heart, I took a breath, trying to stay calm. "Mr. Young, how you plan to deal with her is your business. You don't need to tell me these things." After all, all I needed to do was to wait for eight months until Moore gave birth, and then I could leave. How he wanted to arrange anything was none of my concern.

Having said that, I got up to go upstairs, but he blocked my path, his eyebrows slightly furrowed with a touch of helplessness. "Yvette, did you not take in a word I said?"

I did not want to argue with him and dismissively said, "I heard you. I'll trust you. Whatever you want to do is fine. Can I go back to rest now?"

It was just a matter of feigning Ignorance for eight months. I could endure it!

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He sighed, apparently realizing that I was not in the mood to listen to him continue. He paused for a moment before saying," Keep an eye on that CFO of Scott Corporation."

Benett.

I paused for a second, hummed a response, and went back to my room.

The day's events had left me feeling uneasy, but I could not quite pinpoint what the issue was.

I had initially left the hospital to prepare a meal for my mother and father but ended up entangled with Sophia until now. I called my mother to explain the situation. She laughed on the line, guessing that someth up, and told me not to worry about them, to rest well, and to pick up my father from the hospital tomorrow

After washing up, I lay on the bed in a daze when suddenly my phone rang, startling me and pulling me back to the present. The caller ID showed it was Moore.

I instinctively frowned. Why was she calling me?

After hesitating for a moment, I answered and said coldly, "Speak up. What is it?"

There was a pause on the other end before a wary tone came. "Who are you

with?"

Knowing she was asking whether Idris was by my side, I sneered. "At this hour, who else could I be with? Of course I'm with my husband. Moore, you didn't call me just to listen to how affectionate your Iddy is,