Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 134

Chapter 134 He Can’t Escape 

Our eyes met, and though Idris did not speak, the deep frown on his handsome brow was enough to express his anger at that moment. 

After a long time, he seemed somewhat resigned as he sighed and said to me, “Yvette, you can hate and resent me for what happened with the child, but I don’t agree with the divorce. Since the moment I married you, I never thought about divorce again. I can stop delving into your past with Lucas and won’t ask further, but I hope that’s the end of it between you two.!! 

Looking at him, I furrowed my brows tightly. What did he mean by that? That it was the end between 

me and Lucas? What did that mean? 

Unable to understand his inexplicable words, I pursed my l*ps and remained silent, not wanting to continue the conversation. I coldly said, “You can’t make decisions for the divorce by yourself. 

I did try to fight for our future. When I found out I was pregnant, I even went to Madam Young, 1 wanted to fight for myself, for our child, for a future with Idris. 

I had thought that if his inability to let go of Moore was only due to a sense of gratitude, I would 

clarify that it was not Moore who saved him back then. 

Without Moore, we could go back to how we were before, accustomed to each other, and taking care of each other. I would have the child and live an ordinary married life. I believed that even if he did not love me, he would fulfill his duties as a husband and father. Over time, he would gradually come to love me, and we would build a happy family, 

However, when I saw his almost insane behavior toward Moore, I was stunned. When I saw him leave Old Manor holding Moore, I suddenly realized I was deceiving myself. He did not love me, whether I was pregnant or not. Not loving me meant that I was not inside his heart. 

The six–week–old child made me realize that whether or not Moore had saved him, it was not important to him. Unconsciously, perhaps, his focus had already shifted to Moore 

Divorce was the best outcome for both of us. 

The night at sea was especially bright with stars, especially before dawn, when the stars were exceptionally clear. 

After all the turmoil, I was exhausted. I fell asleep not long after returning to the cabin. 

Bang! Bang! I was awakened by several explosions. Groggily listening to the noise outside, I opened 

my eyes. 

It took me a while to realize that there seemed to be a fight outside. Instinctively, I glanced outside the cabin. The sky was already bright, the sun hanging high over the sea, the wind howling, accompanied by several gunshots and roars, 

Realizing something was wrong, I jumped out of bed and ran out, standing on the deck. The yacht where Lucas was detained was ablaze, and Lucas, with a dagger in his hand, was pressing it tightly 

against a policeman’s throat. 

He was covered in blood, and one of his legs seemed to have been shot, making him limp. Despite this, he still had a smile on his face, his devilish eyes provocatively looking at Officer Jackson and Idris who were confronting him, taunting, “Gentlemen, fire your guns. Let’s see if your bullets or my knife are faster, huh?” 

As he spoke, he tightened his grip, and the sharp blade further pierced the policeman’s neck, causing blood to flow down the handle. The policeman’s face turned white with fear, looking helplessly and fearfully at Officer Jackson. 

Officer Jackson, afraid that Lucas would act rashly, quickly said, “Lucas, let him go, and I’ll let you leave ” 

Lucas raised his eyebrows and replied, “Fine. If you sincerely want to let me go, then prepare a submarine for me. You’d better be quick. Otherwise, if I get unhappy and cut his throat by accident, you can’t blame me.” 

Officer Jackson hurriedly nodded and arranged for what Lucas demanded. 

I watched the standoff, not knowing what had happened, but I guessed that Lucas must have broken free from his captivity and taken a policeman hostage. 

I had not expected Lucas to be so capable. He was already captured, yet he still had the means to 

escape 

If he were allowed to get away this time, who knew how many more people he would harm? The police had already lost so much in finance and manpower in their efforts to catch him. Who knew what it would cost to apprehend him next time? 

Thinking this, I looked around and finally set my eyes on the burning yacht behind Lucas. I had idea. I went overboard, unnoticed by everyone on the yacht, who were focused on Lucas