Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 245

Chapter 245 Shadowed Steps 

Sticking around? 

I blinked, my brow furrowing in confusion. “You’re gonna camp out at the police station?” 

He nodded again, his face a calm mask, but there was a shadow in his eyes as they slid away from me. 

It only hit me later that I had switched into my pajamas before bed last night. I must have been tossing and turning all night because I could not find my jacket and all I had on was a tank top. With the morning rush, I had not bothered to straighten up, and one strap had made a break for it down my arm, leaving me pretty much half–dressed. 

Looking kind of… exposed, I realized. 

I yanked the covers up to my chin, my cheeks heating up. “You don’t need to bother, really. It’s just some routine investigation stuff, nothing major. You don’t have to go.” 

His lips tightened, and he did not argue, just saying, “We’ll talk after breakfast.” 

With that, he walked out of the bedroom, all business. 

I watched him go, my frown deepening. Why was he acting like it was the end of the world? We had been married for two years. We had been through the whole ‘you may now kiss the bride‘ and then some. Why the big deal over a little skin? 

Since when had he turned into Mr. Bashful? 

The thought almost made me giggle, and I felt a whole lot lighter. After freshening up and slipping into something less pajama–like, I headed downstairs. 

Breakfast was a fancy affair, courtesy of Mr. Zachary’s orders from some swanky eatery. Idris was at the table, buried in paperwork, the food untouched as if he was waiting for me. He looked up as I came in, shutting his folder. “I’ve got everything handled with the cops… “Isn’t the company swamped right now?” I cut in. 

He stopped, a ghost of a smile on his face. “It’s under control.” 

I settled into my chair across from him, taking a deep breath. With the year winding down, how could it not be busy? 

I had no clue how long it would take to sort out Noah’s mess. Having him stick around and put his life on hold for me was not right. I looked him in the eye and said, “I’ll head to the police station myself later. You should get back to your own stuff. I didn’t kill anyone, and there’s no way I’m going to end up with a murderer’s rap. 

Idris’s eyebrows knitted together. “It’s no big deal,” he replied. 

I did not want him to waste his time and energy on my problems, and I definitely did not want to drag him down with me. “Idris, this is my battle,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. 

I left the rest unsaid, but he got the message. His hand froze, milk glass halfway to his lips. He fixed his gaze on me. “Are you trying to get rid of me?” 

Chapter 245 Shadowed Steps 

I nodded, not beating around the bush. “If it’s all the same to you, I would rather you did not get involved. The cops are keeping a lid on Noah’s case, and the media is still in the dark, so it shouldn’t touch Young Corporation.” 

His face fell, and I braced for a blow–up. Instead of reacting as I expected, he said quietly,” This isn’t about Young Corporation. I…” 

Before he could finish, Charles burst in, panic written all over his face. “Mr. Young, Madam Young’s coughing up blood. You need to see her, now!” 

“Blood?” Idris shot up from his chair, a storm of worry in his eyes. He gave me a quick look. 

“Charles will take you later. I have got to see Grandma.” 

I urged him to go. Madam Young had only just left the hospital. It seemed impossible that she could be sick again so soon. 

As Idris dashed away, my appetite vanished. I stood up, left the yard, and with the day slipping by, I decided to just walk out of the estate by myself. 

Originally, I planned to just grab any driver from the Youngs to drop me off, but Charles showed up so fast, already waiting by the time I stepped outside the mansion. 

“Madam,” he greeted me, “Mr. Young sent me to escort you. Where to?” 

I nodded, giving him the address of the police station. 

Once we were on the road, I could not help but ask about Madam Young’s health. Charles shook his head, “I’m not really sure. It could be complications from her last hospital visit. The doctors advised her to take it easy. The chill in Lake City lately is tough on the elderly. She must have eaten something off last night as she woke up vomiting blood this morning.” 

I bit my lip, a wave of concern washing over me. My forehead tensed, a headache throbbing just beneath the surface. I was about to try and catch a moment’s rest when Charles floored it, the sudden burst of speed jolting me, “What’s going on?” I blurted out. 

Charles threw a glance at the rearview mirror. “We’re being followed.”