Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 385

Idris pursed his lips and suddenly reached out to hold my hand. His voice was low and restrained. "Perhaps the gods do exist, and your father simply found another way to exist in this world."

Seeing him mention my father, I smiled but did not refute.

I stood up and said, "Let's go back."

We walked very slowly down the one hundred and eight steps in front of the cathedral. As I followed him, I could not help but ask, "Idris, do you have any dreams?"

He turned to look at me, slightly furrowing his brows. "Dreams?"

I nodded. "If you weren't the CEO of the Young Corporation, what would you most likely be doing?"

He shook his head. "I've never thought about it."

I pressed my lips together and asked, "Do you have any special talents?"

Perhaps my questions were too strange, but he stopped and looked at me seriously. After a while, he said, "Are you worried about me?"

I shook my head and changed the subject. "No, just asking."

He remained calm and smiled helplessly. "It's just some insignificant public opinion which can't harm me or shake anything within the Young Corporation. It's just a minor setback, something that Young Corporation encounters every year, so don't worry."

I was not concerned about the accident at the forest, nor was I worried that Jack's death would implicate him. I was worried about the hundreds of people who were buried ten years ago, a matter closely related to the Youngs.

Once the truth came to light, the consequences would be unimaginable. Regardless of how wealthy the Youngs were, they probably could not compensate for the lives of those hundreds of people.

I could not tell him this, so I just smiled and said, "In any case, no matter what happens, I'll be there by your side even if I can't help you."

He looked at me, and after a few seconds of hesitation, he asked, "Yvette, are you confessing your love to me?"

I was taken aback, my face flushing slightly. I avoided his gaze and replied vaguely, "It's getting late; let's go down the mountain."

Without waiting for his response, I started running down the mountain on my own.

He followed me, and I could not describe the expression on his face. Fortunately, he did not dwell on it and just smiled, holding my hand as we admired the scenery on the way down.

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