Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 322

hapter 322 Hoping These Can Make You G–iddy! 

laxwell smirked and pointed to the stack of documents he had brought in, saying, “Skim nese and sign them. I’ll need them later.” 

nodded and prepared to go through the documents on my desk. 

nock, knock! 

here was a knock on the office door. 

instinctively said, “Come in.” 

ince Maxwell was present, I did not glance up to see who it was. To my surprise, I suddenly eard Maxwell hiss, followed by his teasing voice, “Yo, here comes another bouquet. He’s so ich that he even got pastries. How classy.” 

learing his words, I could not help but look over. I saw a delivery man wheeling a large ouquet of brightly packaged flowers into the office. ‘Wheeling‘ was not an exaggeration as his guy was actually carting the excessively large bouquet in. I probably could not wrap both by arms around that thing fully. The delivery man had used a cart to bring it in. 

fter moving the flowers into the office, the delivery man then brought in several boxes of astries. He then took out a receipt and walked up to me, saying, “Ms. Scott, everything has een delivered. Could you please sign for it?” 

glanced at the flowers that occupied most of my office space, along with the pastries, feeling urprised. Nevertheless, I picked up a pen and signed the receipt. 

nce the delivery man left, Maxwell looked at me with a playful expression, raising an yebrow as he teased, “Seriously, is this rich person planning to send you flowers all day? If hey send any more to the office, I’m afraid the next batch won’t be able to fit in here nymore.” 

ignored him, feeling puzzled. Why did Charlie send flowers again, and such a massive ouquet? There must have been over a thousand flowers in there. The delivery man had a hard me bringing them in. 

pon approaching the flowers, I looked around and spotted a box placed in the middle of the ast flower arrangement. I reached out, took the box, and opened it. There was a note inside. Oh, a love letter?” Maxwell stood behind me, making fun of me. 

pursed my lips, avoiding his gaze, and walked to the side to read the note. It only had a few ords written on it: [Hope these make you feel g–iddy!] 

-iddy?! 

Iris! 

suddenly felt a tingling sensation all over my body. I abruptly closed the note and stared at e enormous flower arrangement in front of me. My heart was pounding uncontrollably. ‘hy did he suddenly send me flowers? 

Well, I must say, these pastries taste pretty good, and they’re the kind you like.” Maxwell xamined the boxes of pastries on the coffee table, then glanced at me from the side. “It 

Chapter 322 Heping There Can Make You Getd 

seems like that Yates guy really gets you.” 

I suppressed the tumultuous emotions in my chest, trying to act as if nothing had happened. I looked at him and said, “If you like them, feel free to have some more.‘ 

He raised an eyebrow, sneering. “If you want to shut me up, just say it.” After that, he plastered a smug expression on his face and added, “I won’t hold back, then.” 

Then he took a few boxes of the pastries he liked and left. 

I stared at the enormous bouquet in front of me, lost in thought for a long time. 

There was no way I could concentrate on work today. 

In the evening, after finishing the pile of documents that had collected for a while, I started packing up to go home. As I was leaving the office, I noticed that Maxwell was also getting ready to leave. 

I could not help but ask, “Are you heading home too? Give me a lift.” 

He toyed with his car keys and shook his head, saying, “I just talked to Aunt Deb. I have plans tonight and won’t be going home for dinner.” 

I frowned. “Plans?” 

He nodded and looked at me. “If you don’t want to take a cab, I can give you a ride home before I go to my appointment.” 

I shook my head, feeling curious. “A friend? Or…” 

It could not have been to socialize for work since he had just arrived in Lake City not long ago, and he did not have many friends here. I instinctively thought of Zoe and could not help but ask, “Zoe?” 

He shook his head. “No. Forget it. Let’s end the conversation here. If you don’t want me to give you a ride, I’ll leave first.” 

With that, he hurriedly left. 

So it was not Zoe? 

Who else could it be? 

Out of curiosity, I followed him downstairs. He was in a hurry, and when I reached the exit, I saw that he had already started his car and was driving away. 

Who was this person that had made him so enthusiastic? 

“Yvette.” A cold, masculine voice came from not far away. I instinctively turned around and unexpectedly saw the familiar man standing by a black Bugatti not far away. 

The man was dressed in a tailored black suit, his tall and handsome figure making him look exceptionally dignified and elegant. His good looks were a little unreal.