Facade of Love

Chapter 15

Chapter 15 Taking Her to the Mountain Top

“Yvette Scott!” The man beneath me roared in anger, and then I was tossed onto the ground.

After throwing up, I sobered up a little. I looked up at the man standing before me, who was now covered in filth. If the law allowed cannibalism, he would have eaten me by now. I was a bit stunned. and decided to act docile. “Don’t glare at me like that. I’m scared.”

He seemed to be laughing from anger, and lifted me up, sneering. “Do you even know what fear is?”

I was about to say something when he took off his jacket and threw it into a dustbin. He then bent down, picked me up, and strode out of the club.

He proceeded to throw me into the car. I did not dare to make a sound. I was still a little tipsy, and while my mind was clear, my b*dy was weak. I was afraid that if I angered him further, he might throw me into some foul–smelling ditch, so it was best to keep my mouth shut.

However, after sitting in the car for a while and noticing he had not come back yet, I wanted to get out but discovered that the doors were locked. I had no choice but to lean against the passenger seat and try to clear my mind.

After a while, the car door slammed shut with a bang.

Startled, I opened my eyes and saw Idris had entered the car, now in a new set of clothes. So he had gone to change? How meticulous of him.

Too tired to talk, I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.

He started the car and drove for quite some time. I began to feel something was off. Though Lake City was huge, regardless of whether he planned to take me to a hotel or back to Clearwater Residence, we

should have arrived by now.

However, the car showed no signs of stopping. I could not resist peeking outside. All I saw were dark shadows and the flickering moonlight illuminating the odd tree.

We were on a mountain!

Realizing this, my eyes widened, and I turned to him, shocked. “Where are you taking me?”

He did not look at me and merely said in a low voice, “You’re awake?”

I swallowed hard, feeling a bit scared. Was he taking me into the mountains in the middle of the night because he was angry? Did he plan to dispose of me in the wilderness?

Taking a breath, I looked at him. “Idris, I want to go home. If anything happens to me, my parents won’t let you go. If I end up dead, they definitely won’t allow you to be with Moore.”

He slowed down the car and looked at the “Yvette, you really need to get that nonsense out of your

head.”

I was about to speak when he stopped the car

I looked out of the window. There was no road ahead of us, meaning that e had reached the mountain top. Confused about his intentions, I got out of the car. Now that I was somewhat sober, I had the

strength to walk.

However, he moved faster than I did. He was already outside the car when I got out, so he picked me up, half–carrying me to the highest point of the mountain top.

I tried to push him away. The wind on the mountaintop was strong and gave me a headache. Holding back my emotions became increasingly difficult, so I raised my voice. “Idris Young, why did you bring me here? Isn’t it enough that I’ve agreed to divorce you? Are you planning to get rid of my b*dy in the

wilderness?”

“Hah!” He chuckled coldly. The arm around me tightened. “You’re still talking nonsense. You’re

obviously not sober yet. Let’s stay here, standing in the wind.”

He dragged me into the wind, and I felt numb all over, but my head did indeed clear a bit due to the cold. I squatted down and hugged myself, feeling frustrated while muttering, “Idris, you didn’t just bring me here to stand in the wind, did you?” He did not have that much free time, and I was not that stupid. However, I did not believe he was really planning to bring me here just to throw me into the

wilderness.

I did not hear his voice, but I felt a weight on my shoulders and warmth enveloping me. It was his jacket that he had draped over me.

He was an enigma–clearly having no feelings for me, yet doing everything that seemed to say the opposite. It made it difficult for me to speak too harshly to him, even though I despised him.

“Why’d you move out of Clearwater Residence?” His deep voice came from above my head.

My legs were getting numb from squatting, so I shifted my position and said, “It was bound to happen sooner or later. Have you healed?” As I said the last sentence, I looked up at him, waiting for

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He looked down at me and pulled me up, his voice low and restrained. “I won’t die.” After that, he squinted his dark eyes and asked, “What do you mean by it being bound to happen?”

Seeing him ask this question like that, I felt a bit trapped. I furrowed my brows. “Clearwater Residence is your territory. Since we’re getting divorced, why should I stay on your turf? Wasn’t moving out always inevitable?”

He stared at me, his jawbone trembling slightly as if he was angry, and his voice got a little rougher. Divorce, divorce, divorce! Yvette, do you really want to divorce me that badly?”