Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 251

Chapter 251 Not Dropping My Standards for Anyone 

I would need my strength? For what? 

My mind started to wander down some weird paths. Could I be blamed? Idris bolted for a shower the second he was home and was speaking weirdly. 

Having had a long day and just woken up from a power nap, I was definitely ready for some food. 

I did not dive into my meal right away. Instead, I sat quietly to the side, waiting. Two years of marriage to Idris had given me a pretty good sense of his shower routine. Right on cue, he emerged. 

Spotting me at the dining table, chopsticks untouched, he knit his brows and asked while toweling off his dark hair, “Not hungry?” 

I shook my head, careful not to glance at his towel–wrapped form, and replied without looking away, “Nope, just waiting for you.” 

At that, he took a seat across from me. Fresh from the shower, he was distractingly handsome, his face a mix of warmth and mild exasperation. “It’s going to get cold. Let’s eat,” he urged, reaching to fill my plate. 

His shirtless state and striking muscle definition were a bit much for me, and I found my eyes wandering off. He seemed not to mind, though, and kept adding more to my plate as if he was worried I would starve. 

The food was piling up, and I had to protest, “Hey, that’s enough. I can’t eat all that.” He paused, peering at me with a playful glint in his eyes. “What’s up? You’re all flushed,” he teased, even daring to touch my forehead. I dodged his hand and mumbled, “I’m fine. It’s chilly, why not put on a shirt?” 

Quietly, he went still, not moving. I did not look up, but I could feel his gaze locked on me. I wanted to see what he was up to, but when I finally met his eyes, I found them full of mischief, his smile barely there but unmistakable to me. “Yvette, are you blushing?” he asked, his voice a smooth drawl. 

“Of course not!” I blurted, a little too quickly. His chuckle filled the air, and after a brief pause, he played along, “Okay, if you say so.” With that, he slipped on a robe and sat back down, ready to join me for the meal. 

Maybe it was the day’s weirdness still hanging in the air, but I just could not figure out how to act around him. I could not be cold to him, yet getting too cozy felt totally off too. It was really awkward. 

He must have picked up on my vibe because he did not push it. We just chowed down on dinner together. 

After we finished, he hit me with a soft look, proud of having spoiled me. “All good? Are you full?” he asked. 

I nodded, though inside, I was all jitters. After showering and eating well, he seemed to be hinting at something. Oh no! 

The thought alone sent my cheeks into a full–blown inferno. 

Idris was stubborn. Once he set his mind to something, that was that. The doctor came, gave me the once–over, and confirmed I was all good and just needed some rest. 

With the doctor gone and night creeping in, I turned to Idris. “Grandma’s still under the weather. You should be with her. I have rested and I am feeling a lot better. I can check out now. Don’t worry about me.” 

He mulled it over for a moment, then met my eyes. “Okay, then let’s head back to the old manor together.” 

I nodded, sealing the deal. 

Stepping out of the hospital, the night had already wrapped the world in its dark embrace. Ensio was there, waiting with the car ready. 

We zoomed off, heading straight to the old manor, a place that seemed frozen in time. 

Instead of making a beeline for Madam Young’s place, Idris took my hand and led me to a side building. I was lost, totally not getting it. “Aren’t we checking in on Grandma first?” I asked. He gave me a soft look, his voice a gentle whisper. “Mr. Zachary said she has just downed her meds and hit the hay. We’ll go later.”