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Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83 Hesitation 

Madam Young looked at me, her brow slightly furrowed. “What are you doing here?” 1 hesitated for a moment, then nodded. 

Upon seeing this, Madam Young refrained from asking more questions. Instead, she turned to Moore and said, “Come, accompany me to check on Iddy. He hasn’t been home for quite some time. I’m curious to see just how busy his work is.” With that, she stepped onto the elevator without hesitation. 

Moore, of course, had noticed me. Her face fell for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure, following Madam Young into the elevator with a smile. 

Given the situation, I realized there was no need for me to go up. I let out a small sigh, turned to leave, and unexpectedly bumped into Ensio who was just coming in. 

Upon seeing me, Ensio expressed surprise. “Madam, what brings you here? Are you looking for Mr. Young? He just wrapped up a meeting. I can accompany you upstairs.” 

I shook my head, smiling at him. “No need, I was just passing by. Don’t let me disturb him. You go on with your work. I have other matters to attend to, so I’ll be leaving now.” With that, I stepped out of the Young Corporation building. 

Seeking out Idris now seemed unnecessary. After all, with both Madam Young and Moore present, I would not have much to say. Besides, with Madam Young’s arrival, Idris would undoubtedly return to the old house tonight. 

Despite knowing about Idris and Moore, I could not shake off a sense of discomfort. After all, he was still my husband, and the thought of him caring for a pregnant woman was unsettling. 

“Ding ding…” My phone buzzed from inside my bag. 

I pulled out my phone, seeing that it was Idris who had called. I paused, taken aback for a moment. After a few seconds of hesitation, I answered, habitually greeting, “Hello…” 

“Are yo 

you here? Why did you not come up?” Idris’s deep, restrained voice echoed from the other end of the line. 

I hesitated, instinctively glancing back at the towering Young Corporation building. Its dozens of stories were all clad in deep blue reflective glass, obscuring everything else from view. Pulling my gaze away, I spoke into the phone, “I won’t be going up. Will you… be returning to Clearwater Residence tonight?” 

“Iddy, guess what Grandma and I brought for you? Your favorite crisps,” Moore’s voice echoed from the other end. 

A frown creased my forehead. It seemed Madam Young and Moore had already made themselves comfortable in Idris’s office. 

“We’ll see tonight,” came idris’s voice from the phone, followed quickly by, “I’ll call you back shortly.” 

And with that, the line went dead. 

Holding the silent phone, all I could hear was the monotonous beep of the disconnected call. 

After a long pause, I pocketed the phone and walked stiffly to my car, a dull ache throbbing in my head. After zoning out in the car for a bit, I finally started the engine and drove back to Clearwater Residence. 

The sprawling villa was eerily empty. Living here alone, my heart had grown as hollow as this place. 

Once I settled onto the sofa, reality slowly seeped back in. Seeking out Idris at Young Corporation had been a rash decision. 

Idris had indeed clarified his relationship with Moore. He had not been intimate with her, and the child was not hers. That did not mean he was devoid of feelings for her. 

He was adamant about taking responsibility for the child in my womb, a child I was not even sure existed. I had overlooked the difference between responsibility and affection. His explanations were rooted in duty and obligation, not in love. 

Was this the marriage I truly desired? A man whose heart is brimming with affection for another, protecting me out of duty and obligation, not love. A man who wants to raise children with me, not because he loves me, but because he feels he must. 

Humans were such greedy creatures. I thought he and Moore had a secret affair, so I let go. Now, knowing they were innocent, I found myself thinking about the person he held dear in his heart. 

Too much thinking left my mind in a whirl. 

I did not recall how I fell asleep, but when I woke, I was nestled in Idris’s arms. His handsome face loomed over me, startling me. I tried to struggle, but he tightened his hold and whispered, “Stay still.” 

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