Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 469

He let out a disdainful laugh, that time not even bothering to look at me. "Maybe it's because you're so ugly, I just couldn't stand it and had to give you a makeover?"

Ugly?

Please!

He was the real piece of work!

"Lucas, you might want to get your eyes checked. The sooner you treat them, the better. Wouldn't want you to go totally blind." My sense of decency only let me go so far with insults. I was not one to really lash out.

He smirked, "Sure, I'll get that checked out. There must be a risk of blindness, or how else could I have ended up with someone like you?"

I was speechless.

Silence took over as we drove for about half an hour until we pulled up outside the bustling auction hall in the city center. I had no clue why he had brought me there.

What was he up to?

It did not take long to figure out. He was not there to bid. He was there to get under Idris's skin.

Madam Young from the Youngs family would auction off some of their pricey collectibles every year. The proceeds went to charity, usually to orphanages, nursing homes, or to build Hope Primary Schools in the less fortunate areas of the mountains.

I had been to these charity auctions a few times before.

I never imagined Lucas would bring me there. When I caught sight of Idris, I was taken aback. He was busy schmoozing with the guests, but he tensed up when he saw me.

When he noticed Lucas by my side, his look turned even sharper.

"Come on, let's go say hi to Mr. Young," Lucas said, suddenly grabbing me by the waist and practically dragging me over to where Idris stood.

All the drama today, and he was just lurking there, definitely up to no good.

"Mr. Young, it's been ages!" Lucas grinned, the kind of grin that made me want to wipe it off his face, his hand lingering on my waist as he greeted Idris.

Idris looked at us, his eyes narrowing, a storm brewing behind them. He ignored Lucas and turned to me, his voice low, "Aren't you cold?"