Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young)

I looked at Idris, puzzled and confused. He then handed me the phone from the bedside table.

I curiously took it and saw the headline news for Lake City's paper: [A white sports car exploded on the Western Ring Bridge expressway in the early hours of last night. The only person on board has been confirmed dead! The victim's identity has yet to be determined!]

A white sports car?

I furrowed my brow, looking at Idris with uncertainty. "Is it Lucas?"

He took the phone from my hand and put it aside, then looked at me. "He was the only one in the car. It should be him."

"So, you're saying Lucas is dead?" I found it hard to believe.

He smiled faintly and nodded. "If nothing unexpected happened, he should be."

I felt a mixture of emotions at that moment. I was happy that Lucas was gone, but it felt weird because this incident probably had something to do with Idris.

I took a deep breath and looked at him. "Idris, did you do it?"

He remained calm in the face of my question and nodded. "Yvette, I told you I wouldn't let him take you away from me again."

He had admitted it.

I felt a slight discomfort, not because of Lucas' death but because of Idris. His hands were once clean, but now, they were stained with someone's blood. This incident had made it to the news, and the police would undoubtedly investigate. If they traced it back to him, Idris would still be charged with intentional homicide, even if Lucas deserved it.

Perhaps noticing my silence, Idris reached out and ruffled my hair, smiling faintly. "Don't worry, I won't get into trouble."

I managed a small smile and got up, embracing his waist. "Idris, no matter what, don't take risks for anyone."

He chuckled, holding me with his large hand and said with a hint of helplessness, "Yvette, Lucas is dead. We should be happy, not mourning, okay?"

Of course, I knew that very well. Lucas was dead, and we should be happy. However, for some reason, I felt like everything had gone a bit too smoothly. Ring, ring... Before I could voice my concerns, his phone on the bedside table vibrated again. He hesitated for a moment before picking it up.

Even from a distance, I could vaguely hear the voice on the other end. It was Ensio calling.

The voice on the other end of the phone only mentioned that Idris should go to the company but did not specify the reason.

Idris agreed and hung up the phone. I got up, but he held me down. So I pushed him lightly, saying, "Ensio asked you to go to the company, right? You should hurry!"

He pulled me into his arms, nuzzling my face with his nose, tickling me. I could not help but hide in his embrace.

He smiled gently and said, "I'll bring you to eat something delicious tonight when I'm back."

I nodded and leaned against his shoulder, feeling lazy.

After holding me for a while, he finally let go and got up to change into a suit, preparing to leave. Before leaving, he came to me to cup my face and give me a kiss before saying, "I'll be back soon."

I nodded and said, "Give me my phone. I'll be bored at home."

He chuckled softly at this. Then, he walked to the bedside table, opened a drawer, and took out my

I

was a bit surprised. I thought he had

hidden it somewhere. Content

Seeing my surprised expression, he

could not help but sigh. "The

passcode for the front door is your birthday. If you get bored at home, go for a walk around the

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neighborhood, but not too far Be

careful."

I was taken aback for a moment, then nodded and watched him leave.

It was my fault for being lazy, and not giving much thought into these things.

Was Lucas really dead?

I lay in bed, still feeling unsure about this. I opened the headline news for Lake City and checked the news article.

Suddenly, my phone vibrated, and the incoming call page covered the news page. Looking at the caller ID, it was Gregory calling.

I was a bit surprised. Why would he be calling me?

After hesitating for a few seconds, I answered the call, saying, "Hello, Officer Long!"

There was a slight pause on the other end of the phone, and Gregory's usual polite voice came through. "Ms. Scott, I apologize for disturbing you."

I shook my head, then realized he could not see me. I spoke into the phone, "It's alright. Did something happen?"