Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147 Madam Young’s Mishap 

With that, I got to my feet. “Thanks for breakfast, but I’ve got to run,” I said. 

Whether it was the investment project or the proof of Moore’s betrayal, I was not sure if this was Idris’s way of showing goodwill. Honestly, it did not matter to me anymore. 

“Ouch!” I stood up too fast and collided with a waitress carrying a kettle of hot water. It sl*pped from her grasp, and the boiling water splashed onto my arm, making me gasp from the searing pain. 

“Are you okay?” Idris was by my side in an instant, rolling up my sleeve to inspect the burn, his brow furrowed with concern. 

His quick concern and the worry etched on his usually composed face caught me off guard, stirring something unexpected inside me. 

I looked away, trying to downplay the burn and eager to leave. I tried to shrug him off, but as he rolled up my sleeve, I saw the angry red burn spreading across my wrist, sending waves of stinging pain up 

my arm. 

Idris’s eyebrows knitted together in a flash as he scooped me up, completely ignoring the waiter, who was apologizing with a look of sheer panic, and made a beeline for the bathroom 

I was still in a fog, not quite catching on, and I squirmed, protesting, “Hey, put me down! I can walk on my own! What are you doing. 

Before I could get all the words out, he had me in front of the sink, cranking on the cold tap and plunging my burned arm under the chilly stream. 

The icy water washed over the burn, easing off some of the searing pain that had me in its grip. 

“Still hurt?” Idris’s voice was a low rumble close to my ear. 

I shook my head, feeling a bit awkward that I was still half in his arms, especially with the restroom traffic giving us curious looks. 

I hesitated for a second, then shifted, slipping out from his hold, and muttered a quiet “Thanks” 

He did not say anything, just looked at the burn on my wrist, his brow furrowed deeply. The burn was red and swollen, with a few ugly blisters popping up. 

Thinking he was grossed out, I shut off the water, ready to bolt. 

As I went to move, he caught my other wrist and guided me out of the restroom, his deep voice saying, “I’m taking you to the hospital.” 

This Kuy 

Was kind of baffling 

He got me out of the restaurant and into the car, then dashed back inside. When he came back, he had 

a package in his hand 

In the car, he handed it to me right after he hopped in, saying firmly, “Ice this for a bit. 

I realized he was giving me an ice pack, paused for a second, then accepted it, murmuring more thanks 

He buckded up, silent, and fired up the engine 

Idris led me through the hospital corridors until we found the doctor. It turned out my injury was not as bad as 1 feared–just a burn with a few blisters. The doctor patched me up quickly, reminding me to keep it dry and change the bandages regularly. 

As we headed out, Idris grabbed a small mountain of medicine: pills and creams for both my inside and out. Anyone else might have thought I was battling some epic illness. 

I glanced at the stash and could not help but feel a bit sheepish. “Do we really need all that?” I asked. He just nodded, giving my neatly wrapped wrist a quick look and a subtle nod of approval.