Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 253

Chapter 253 The Plea for Mercy 

With his back to me, he said in a low voice, “Get those stray hairs for me, will you? I can’t seem to reach them.” 

Really? With arms that long? 

I was ready to tease him about it, but then I noticed a few hairs clinging to his shoulder blades. I bit back my comment, stepped behind him, and reached out to help. 

We had been married for a while, and I had touched his body more times than I could count, but right then, those few seconds made him tense up, and I could not stop my face from turning red. 

“All done,” I murmured after I finished, stepping back. 

The air felt charged with an unspoken tension. Not trusting myself to stay, I quickly made my exit without waiting for him to speak, heading downstairs. 

Charles walked in just as I reached the living room. He paused, then greeted me. 

He looked like he had something on his mind, so I nodded toward the stairs. “Idris is upstairs.” Idris had 

just finished changing into his crisp, clean clothes, looking sharp as ever. It appeared. he had gotten a fresh haircut, too, so short it was almost a buzz cut, which was a bit of a shocker. 

Charles caught sight of Idris and did a double–take, his surprise written all over his face. Charles was the guy who kept the Youngs‘ empire running smoothly, so he was pretty good at keeping his cool. In just a second, he was back to his usual composed self. 

Idris caught the look, but he did not make a big deal out of it. He just asked, “Grandma’s up?” 

Charles nodded, then after a brief pause, he added, “Jack’s here, hanging around outside. Madam Young’s place. You might want to check it out.” 

He was being all mysterious about it, yet Idris and I could tell something was off. 

Jack showing up was not the weird part–it was that Charles said he was outside, not inside. Madam Young’s courtyard. 

What was Jack doing here now? 

Without wasting another word, worried that Jack might be bothering Madam Young without any sense of boundaries, Idris and I headed straight for Madam Young’s courtyard with Charles. 

We got there in a hurry and saw a hefty guy–Jack–standing outside, while Mr. Zachary was by Madam Young’s side, who seemed to be in the middle of convincing him of something with a worried frown 

Idris did not hesitate. He marched right up to him and asked, “What’s the big idea, Mr. Zanier? 

Jack’s eyes snapped to Idris as soon as he heard him, and he blurted out, “Idris, please, I am begging you. Let my daughter go. She’s just a kid. She can’t handle jail. Please.” 

Just as he was about to drop to his knees, Madam Young quickly intervened, “Jack, get up. Let’s talk this out. You are the elder here, you should not be bowing to the younger ones–it is bad luck.” Before she could reach out to help him, Idris stopped her and signaled Mr. Zachary to take Madam Young inside for a break. 

With Madam Young gone, Idris stared down at Jack, who was still on his knees, and said icily, ” Pleading with me won’t change anything. Christina’s mistake is not something I can forgive that is not my place.”