Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 213

Chapter 213 Reckoning Time 

The phone kept buzzing, and after a moment’s hesitation, I answered. “Hello?” I greeted, my voice tinged with a formal distance. 

Silence. I was about to assume the caller got the wrong number when a man’s voice, cool and sharp, cut through the quiet, “I’m not doing so well.” 

His tone was so off that I could tell something was really wrong, even through the phone. 

I was momentarily speechless, unsure of what had happened. “What’s… what’s the matter?” I asked tentatively. 

Was he actually remembering how he made a fool of himself last night? Maybe he was gearing up to corner me, warning me to keep quiet about his less–than–graceful moments by acting all cold and threatening? 

I racked my brain for a bit before his annoyed voice broke through, “Yvette, I’m at the hospital.” 

Wait, what? 

How did his being under the weather have anything to do with me? 

Trying to keep my cool, I asked, “Grandma’s getting out of the hospital today. Are you going to pick her up?” 

I could practically hear his icy scoff through the phone, “You’re pretty good at changing the subject. Last night, you took advantage of my drunken state to ‘murder your husband.‘ I’ve just left the exam room, and guess what? I’ve got a concussion. Yvette, what on earth did you do to me last night?” 

A concussion? 

I blanked out for a second before responding, “A concussion? But last night was fine…” I had made sure he got home safely. 

I stopped myself because the memory of him trying to kiss me, and me pushing him into the door frame where he might have started bleeding, flashed in my mind. 

I had been worried, but he did not seem to show any signs of injury afterward and just slept like a log. I figured everything was okay, so… 

“What do you mean ‘all fine‘?” His voice was low and not too friendly on the other end. 

Trying to sound casual, I replied, “So, how much do you remember about last night?” 

His confusion was almost palpable over the phone as he said, “I barely remember a thing, Yvette. Right now, I’m the one asking the questions, not you.” 

It was not like him to lose his cool, but there he was, all worked up. I took a deep breath and said into the phone, “Okay, so here’s what went down. Last night, after we said goodbye to Mr. Lowry and the crew, you kinda spaced out on the way home. You got this sudden craving for something sweet and made me go get it. I left you in the car, but when I got back, poof, you were gone. I tracked you down in this sketchy alley, and you were cuddling this adorable golden retriever, a little girl dog. Does this ring any bells?” 

Chapter 213 Reckoning Time 

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The other end of the line was dead silent. I could not see his face, but I could feel the confusion. I kept going, “You were holding onto this golden retriever, and right there was this black dog, maybe her buddy. I’m not sure what their deal was, but you were all fired up, telling me the black dog was picking on her and you wanted to step in. You even chucked your fancy black card at them like some kind of superhero. I took it back, though. That scratch you got was probably from your showdown with the black dog.” 

He did not remember a thing from last night, which meant I had the upper hand, right? I was not trying to dodge the fact that I accidentally hurt him. If he started grilling me about why he got hurt, I could not exactly spill that it was because he went for a kiss I did not want, and I pushed him away, could I? 

So yeah, blaming the black dog seemed like the way to go. 

The voice on the other end of the line finally broke the silence, deep and controlled, with a hint of allure, “Golden retriever? Black dog? Yvette, your imagination could use a little boost, don’t you think? If you’re going to spin a tale, at least pick something believable. Who knows, I might have bought it then?”