Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 229

Chapter 229 Was He Asking Me for a Favor? 

I was stunned, feeling a surge of electricity pass through me as I met Idris‘ dark gaze. It was leaving me numb and disoriented. Was he… asking me for a favor? 

Proud as he was, would he ask someone for help? 

“I know you resent me and hate me, and I’m aware that you want freedom and to sever all ties with me,” he began, his words lacking the arrogance and assertiveness of the past, only conveying a sense of helplessness. “Perhaps you might not want to see me ever again. I understand all of this.” 

Hearing him say these words with such a desolate and sad demeanor left me unsure of how to respond. 

A prolonged silence filled the quiet path, and after a while, he looked up at me. Under the dim streetlight, I saw a different side of him, one that was disoriented, cautious, and slightly pleading. “But could you please stay? Stay with the Youngs. You can torment or hurt me, but just stay!” 

I had always been more receptive to gentleness than force. His sudden change in tone left me unable to adapt for quite some time. Finally, I managed to find my voice and asked, “Because of Grandma?” 

It seemed that only Madam Young could make him soften like this. 

Everyone had their weaknesses, and for him, it was Madam Young. 

He did not respond, his silence serving as a tacit agreement. 

I sighed deeply, frustrated with myself for not being strong enough. I said with slightly pursed lips, “For the time being, I will stay at old manor to accompany Grandma.” 

His eyes, usually so composed and cold, suddenly brightened at my words, and he looked at me somewhat excitedly. “Really?” 

I nodded. Why did it feel like Idris was just like a child right now? 

Uncomfortable with his demeanor, I pulled away from his grasp and walked toward the side. courtyard. 

Seeing the brightly lit small building in the side courtyard, I somewhat despised my lack of resolve. He had just shown a bit of vulnerability, and I had caved in. I truly was… spineless. Inside the side courtyard, Mr. Zachary had already arranged everything meticulously. The living room had been completely refurbished, with all furniture and layout changed, presumably because Madam Young feared I would mind Moore having lived there before. 

I did not care about such things–this was just a place for shelter from the elements, nothing 

more. 

“Let Mr. Zachary know if you need anything,” the man’s voice came from behind me. 

I did not turn to look at him but responded with a nonchalant hum, “Nothing else. It’s getting late, you should rest early.” 

Then I headed straight upstairs to the bedroom, minding my own business. 

However, upon reaching the second floor, I realized that the two–bedroom layout had been converted into a combined bedroom and dressing room, with only one bed remaining. 

Staring at the large bed before me, I realized I had acted impulsively. My idea of staying was under the impression that I would have my own bedroom, separate from Idris, but I had not expected there to be only one bed! 

One bed meant that staying here would require us to share it. We were adults, and having been husband and wife, sleeping in the same bed could hardly guarantee we had pure intentions. 

I rubbed my forehead, feeling stuck between a rock and a hard place. 

Idris was right about one thing: I wanted to sever all ties with him, both physically and emotionally. Now, with this single bed…. 

Footsteps approached from behind, followed by Idris‘ deep, restrained voice, “Grandma changed this place up. Sorry, I just found out.” 

I pursed my lips, pausing before replying, “It’s okay, I’ll sleep on the sofa.” I would even take the floor if necessary, as long as I had blankets and bedding. 

I searched the wardrobe in the dressing room, knowing that Mr. Zachary usually kept spare bedding there.