Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 455

Idris gave a nonchalant hum, tousled Ash's fluffy hair, and told Zoe, "Take Ash inside first."

Zoe gave me a quick look, nodded with a smile that made her eyes twinkle, and said, "Catch you in a bit, Yvette."

I returned the smile, watching them head into the Young residence.

March in Lake City meant rain, and sure enough, the sky was starting to drizzle, hinting at the downpour to come.

I gave Idris a slight nod, out of conversation topics. We swapped smiles to say goodbye before we both turned to go our separate ways.

Someone then caught my wrist—it was Idris. I stopped and turned to face him, his dark eyes holding back a storm, "Yvette, do you really not care at all?"

I hesitated, meeting his gaze with a calm voice, "Care about what?" It took me a few seconds before I added, "About you and Alice getting married?"

He pressed his lips together, his deep gaze fixed on me without a flicker.

I gave a small smile, my heart surprisingly calm. "Idris, everything I said to you that day came from the heart. I truly wish you all the happiness in the world."

My wrist ached slightly, and I winced, trying to pull my hand away, but he gripped it firmly, his voice rough. "Why?"

His question caught me off guard. I let out a sigh, finding myself without words, and managed to say, "I've got things to do, Idris. Please let go."

His gaze intensified, and with a sudden tug, I was being held tightly in his arms. I tried to break free, but he just held me closer. "Yvette, do you really hate me that much? After everything, can't you move past this?"

Getting too caught up in feelings was like drowning in them, struggling for air until it was too late.

I pushed him away forcefully, my expression becoming more impassive. "This isn't about love or hate, Idris. We've missed our moment."

He narrowed his eyes, his voice strained. "Missed our moment? What are you saying?"

"I..."

"Don't tell me you've fallen for Lucas," he cut in, his voice hoarse. "Yvette, you can't lie to me."

"Why would I lie to you?" I said, tiredly, looking at him with detachment. "In this world, anything can happen. Surviving life and death together doesn't mean a thing. Idris, just stop."