Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146 Mind Each other’s business 

If the cops got their hands on this stuff, Moore would be locked up for years. 

Why would he trust me with this, knowing how much he cared about Moore? Did he really think I would not turn it over to the police? 

Idris’s gaze was cool as it landed on me, his voice even, betraying no emotion. “I just wanted to help you find the truth. 

I scrunched my brows, puzzled. What did he mean by finding the truth? 

Guessing what was going on in someone else’s head had never been my thing. It was like trying to read a book with the pages glued shut. So I handed the stuff back to him, keeping my voice steady.” I’m not sure why you gave me these, but thanks. They’re no good to me now, though. 

He looked surprised, a wrinkle forming between his brows. “No good?” 

I nodded, not really wanting to get into it. “That’s old news. Sure, this could land Moore in jail, but…” 

I met his eyes, pausing for a beat. “But you and I both know that with the way things are, any jail time would get pushed back a year or two, and a lot can change in two years.” 

I did not spell it out for him, but the subtext was clear. These things could put Moore away for a while, but with a delay, Idris could work his magic to make sure she never stepped foot behind bars. There were always loopholes, especially for someone like Idris 

Idris’s face clouded over, his dark eyes locking onto mine, his voice a low rumble. “Yvette, do you really see me as such a bad guy?” 

I bit my l*p, holding back the urge to start a fight right there. With a calm voice, I said, “Idris, you’ve given me these things, and no matter why, I owe you thanks. But as for what you’re up to, I can’t figure it out, and honestly, I don’t want to. Let’s face it, we’re just a couple on the brink of calling it quits. We’re hardly what anyone would call close.” 

I was not sure if my blunt words stung, but I could almost see Idris’s breath catch, a mix of anger and disbelief. He chuckled, disbelief winning over. “Close?” 

I knew if we kept this up, a full–blown argument was just around the corner, so I quickly changed the subject and started to put away the investment documents he’d handed me “Thanks for these. I’ll 

make it up to you with dinner sometime.” 

Thesitated, then glanced at the leather bag. “I won’t be needing this. First off, I’m not about to send a pregnant woman to jail, and secondly she’s still my sister. Just tell her we’re even, and that’s the 

end of it‘ 

Idris stayed silent, his dark eyes fixed on me, and I felt a wave of anxiety, my skin prickling under his gaze. I was about to break the silence when he finally spoke, his voice deep and resonant. “Yvette, after two years of being married, do you really think I don’t know you at all?“! 

I froze, confused. “What are you getting at?” 

A slight smirk lifted his eyebrows as he replied, “Since when did someone who always stands up for what’s right suddenly decide to just let things slide?”