Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 127

Chapter 127 Same Scenario, Different People 

The man pursed his l*ps and remained silent. 

Seeing him like this, I could not help but say, “Anyway, we’re both going to die. Maybe we’ll meet on the road to the netherworld and keep each other company. What’s your name? I’m Yvette. You look younger than me. How did you manage to offend Lucas at such a young age?” 

I babbled on for a while as I tended to my wounds. With some cobwebs left in my hand, I glanced at the young man who still seemed uninterested in talking to me. “You might as well treat your wounds. Who knows what viruses those mollusks carry? If you get infected and your skin rots, it would be a pity given your good looks. Don’t underestimate this cobweb. A long time ago, someone told me it’s an old–fashioned but effective way to stop bleeding ” 

This reminded me of Idris, who was the one who taught me that. He told me that when he was very young, he went with his grandmother to her hometown and saw a man who had cut off his finger with a sickle. The locals used cobwebs to stop the bleeding. It might not look pretty, but it was 

effective. 

Thinking about it now, all this happened five years ago. Back then, I was covered in blood, and Idris 

was with me. 

I bitterly smiled, looking at the young man beside me. “This scene feels familiar. Five years ago, I was also tortured by Lucas to the brink of death. That day, there was also a handsome man locked up with me Compared to back then, this time seems a bit better. This place doesn’t seem as bad.” 

The last time I was in the water cell with Idris, we nearly died. He was blind and close to death. I still 

had no clue how we survived. 

Probably because I talked too much, the reticent young man suddenly spoke up. “I didn’t offend Lucas. I wasn’t captured. 

His sudden words startled me, and I quickly moved in front of him. “If you weren’t captured, why are you here? Oh, and what’s your name?” 

He looked at me, still not in good spirits, and said, “You’re about to die. What’s the use of knowing 

my name?” 

Well, he had a point! 

After his comment, 1 stopped asking about his name and handed him the cobwebs. “If you haven’t offended Lucas, he probably won’t kill you. You should treat your wounds Getting infected with a disease would be troublesome.” 

He looked at the cobwebs in my palm, his handsome brow furrowing 

Watching his uncomfortable expression, I could not help but laugh. I had not looked at him closely before. He was tall and shirtless, so I thought he was an adult. But now, seeing him up close, he seemed only seventeen or eighteen, handsome but still with a hint of youthful innocence. 

“You’ll be a very handsome young man when you grow up,” I said, observing him. 

He pursed his l*ps, his face darkening slightly. “I’m already grown up.” 

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I chuckled and did not say more. I started to apply the cobwebs to his bite wounds. At first, he refused to let me help, but eventually, he relented. 

He was good–looking and well–built, likely from regular exercise, with well–developed muscles. When I tried to apply the cobwebs to a wound on his chest, he suddenly pulled away. 

Snatching the remaining cobwebs from me, he said, “I’ll do it myself.” 

Seeing this, I did not insist further. I smiled and sat down to the side. 

The place was dark and gloomy. Lucas had locked me here, and I wondered what torture he was planning next.