Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 474

Idris was asking me why.

I did not know how to tell him about the Youngs, but I knew deep down that one day, he would find out.

I took a shallow breath and said, "In addition to the reasons I just mentioned, I also don't want him to go crazy and harm people in Lake City."

"Harm people?" He raised an eyebrow, squinting slightly. "Are you afraid he'll harm me?"

I wanted to deny it, but I did not know how to respond when I met his gaze.

Seeing this, he furrowed his brow slightly and said, "Yvette, what are you hiding from me?"

I hesitated for a moment, then instinctively said, "What could I possibly hide from you? I'm just worried..."

"Yvette, don't take me for a fool time and time again, will you?" He walked up to me, looking at me and continued, "When Officer Jackson died, you knew that Charlie was Lucas, but you told me you loved him and wanted to leave Lake City to marry him. Now, what excuse do you want to use to make me let you go?"

I was at a loss for words, and my heart sank.

He grabbed my arm and looked at me, saying, "Yvette, tell me, what are you really afraid of?"

I should not be the one to bring up the Youngs' matter. I looked at him, took a deep breath and said, "Idris, Lucas can't stay in Lake City for too long. The police can't touch him here. If he stays in Lake City, he's like a bomb ready to explode at any moment. Do you understand?"

"So, what do you want to do? Deceive him into taking you away and let this bomb return to the border to do as he pleases?" He looked at me, his face darkening slightly. "Yvette, do you think that by following him and being by his side, you can find an opportunity to kill him? Where did you find the confidence to believe that a powerless woman like you can seduce and kill a devil with that much blood on his hands? Hmm?"

His questioning left me speechless. He was right. Maybe Lucas had feelings for me, but he only saw me as a pet that had caught his eye. When he came looking for me, it was only with the persistence of a man pursuing his prey. Once time passed, he would naturally grow tired of me. If I followed him to the border, the most likely outcome for me would be the same Ollibery men.

However, there was another possibility. I could kill Lucas before he grew tired of me, but I would probably end up dead too, knowing my strength.

I knew all of these outcomes well. Nevertheless, I wanted to take that risk even if there was only a one-in-a-million chance of succeeding. My life should have ended five years ago, anyway.