Chapter 250


    Chapter 250 Overconfidence


    I froze, my breath catching for a moment. His unexpectedpliment sent my heart racing, and I


    fumbled over


    my words. “You… what are you even saying?!”


    He let out a softugh and handed me a ss of water with ease. “Keep doing what you are doing.


    Don’t let anyone’s words make you second–guess your own feelings.”


    Me?


    What was he on about? I frowned at him, feeling annoyed. “You aren’t subtly criticizing me for not


    giving Emily enough respect, are you?”


    “Shh!” He stood up and flicked my forehead, which made me wince and shoot him a re.


    He exined, “Can’t you tell the difference between apliment and an insult? Sure, you can give


    respect, but not like that. Christina has pushed my buttons one too many times. If it were not for certain


    considerations, she would not even be worthy to speak to you.”


    When did he get so full of himself?


    I looked at him, pretending to be unimpressed, I refrained from arguing, however. After a brief silence, I


    ventured, “Is Christina going to end up behind bars?” Idris’s dark gaze met mine, narrowing slightly. “Do


    you want her to be locked


    ??????


    I hesitated, my brow furrowing. “If she has broken thew, should she not face the consequences? It’s


    not like I can decide her fate. That’s not up to me.”


    He shed a knowing smile. “Jail would be too good for her.”


    Idris’s words hung in the air, his dark eyes icing over with a cold glint, his handsome face shadowed by


    a stormy mood. The medicine I had taken was kicking in, making my eyelids droop as I tugged at the


    nket, itching to ask more.


    I drifted off into a light sleep in the hospital room. When I came to, he was sitting by my bed, totally


    absorbed in some papers. Whatever he was reading must have ticked him off because he scrunched


    up his brows and then chucked the papers aside.


    Maybe he felt my stare, or it was out of habit, but he turned to look at me.


    I had not t expected him to catch my gaze, and it was toote to look away. Our eyes met, and he was


    taken aback for a second. Then, his face broke into a smile. “Finally awake? Are yo hungry? Just name


    it, and I’ll have it brought to you.”


    I shook my head, a light smile on my lips. “I’m good, not hungry.”


    Our chat fizzled out just like that.


    The silence stretched for a few beats until he remembered he was supposed to get a doctor to check


    on me. He stood up to fetch one.


    I grabbed his arm in a hurry. “Really, I’m okay.” The paleness was just from the shock of the mountain


    ordeal. A little nap did wonders; my head was clearing up.


    He paused, looking down at me. After a brief hesitation, he sighed. “Let’s have the doctor look at you,


    just to be sure.”


    Idris was stubborn. Once he set his mind to something, that was that. The doctor came, gave me the


    once–over, and confirmed I was all good and just needed some rest.


    With the doctor gone and night creeping in, I turned to Idris. “Grandma’s still under the weather. You


    should be with her. I have rested and I am feeling a lot better. I can check out now. Don’t worry about


    me.”


    He mulled it over for a moment, then met my eyes. “Okay, then let’s head back to the old manor


    together.”


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    I nodded, sealing the deal.


    Stepping out of the hospital, the night had already wrapped the world in its dark embrace. Ensio was


    there, waiting with the car ready.


    We zoomed off, heading straight to the old manor, a ce that seemed frozen in time.


    Instead of making a beeline for Madam Young’s ce, Idris took my hand and led me to a side


    building. I was lost, totally not getting it. “Aren’t we checking in on Grandma first?” I asked. He gave me


    a soft look, his voice a gentle whisper. “Mr. Zachary said she has just downed her meds and hit the hay.


    We’ll goter.”


    With that, he whisked me upstairs to the side building. He shed his coat and said, “I’m going to have a


    quick shower. Stay here, okay?”


    Before I could even process what he said, he vanished into the bathroom.


    I stood there, my stomach rumbling, wondering why on earth he was rushing for a shower when we


    had not even had dinner.


    While I was trying to make sense of it all, Charles showed up with a tray of food. “Madam, Madam


    Young’s already eaten. Mr. Young had these whipped up fresh for you. I will just leave them here. Take


    your time,” he said,ying out a spread of cozy, homey dishes.


    I nodded, shooting him a grateful smile as he left.


    I thought about waiting for Idris, but it seemed like he could read my thoughts or something as over the


    sound of water, he called out, “Don’t wait, just dig in. You’ll need your strength.”