Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152 Called Away 

I offered Sweety a small smile and said, “I haven’t even said a word, and you’re already making me out to be unappreciative.” 

She stopped short, her l*ps pursed in frustration. “I was just worried you’d be upset with me over the online drama,” she explained. Seeing that I was not fuming, she ventured cautiously, “You’re not mad at me about the internet stuff, right?” 

I could not help but chuckle. “Why on earth would I be mad at you?” 

She stumbled over her words, pausing before asking, “So, what’s your game plan now?” She quickly added, “I mean, with you and Idris. Aunt Deb mentioned you’re going for divorce.” 

My game plan, huh? 

I pondered for a moment, then smiled softly. “We’re heading in different directions, but…” 

Her eyes sparkled with curiosity. “But what?” 

Her face was practically screaming with curiosity, and I could not resist tapping her forehead lightly. ” The thing is, Idris hasn’t signed the divorce papers yet. The Youngs have been dealing with some drama lately, and they’re looking to cut ties with him for good. Looks like it’s gonna take a while.” 

“Did something with Madam Young hold things up?” she asked, her gaze drifting to the pastries the server had just placed on our table. They were so artfully made. Her eyes sparkled with excitement. 

Her question caught me off guard. “How’d you know something happened to Madam Young?” That was supposed to be family–only info. It should not have gotten out so fast. 

She crammed a pastry into her mouth and said, a bit muffled, “Mr. Young mentioned he was heading back home, so I just asked him about it.” 

“Mr. Young?” I squinted at her, a hint of suspicion in my eyes. Then it clicked. “You mean Liam?” 

“Yep!” she said, her words garbled by the sweet treat. She pushed a plate of the gorgeous pastries toward me. “Try one, they’re really good. Like, seriously yummy.” 

I was not a big sweet tooth, and Idris had already treated me to a feast this morning, so I was still stuffed. I ignored the pastries and pressed on, “Since when did you have Liam’s contact info?” 

She did not even glance up from her snack as she replied, “Well, I added him a while back to thank him for helping me out. I made sure to express my gratitude. This morning, after I posted an article, I shared it. He must’ve seen it because he liked and commented on it. Just being polite, I asked when he was coming back, and he said he was on his way today. I got curious and asked one more question, and that’s how I found out about Madam Young’s situation.” 

After he finished his story, I just nodded. I did not dwell on it too much–Liam had saved her life, after all. It was only natural to check in once in a while. 

As I mulled over the new project involving the leather bags, Sweety’s dad came to mind. I turned to her and asked, “How’s Mr. Taters doing? Still in good health?” 

She seemed to have had her fill of sweets, so she took a sip of tea to clear her taste buds and nodded. ” Yeah, he’s doing well. He even mentioned you last time and told me you should drop by if you’re ever free,” 

I gave a small smile. “I’ll swing by once I wrap up a few things here. I could actually use his advice on something.” 

She paused her snacking and looked at me curiously. “What’s up?” 

I filled her in on the investment deal with Scott Corporation and brought up the new Avaloria project. She pondered for a moment and then said, “I know the folks running those Avaloria projects. I’ll talk to my dad and see if he can arrange a dinner for us all.” 

I grinned and thanked her. “That’d be awesome!”