Chapter 251


    Chapter 251 Not Dropping My Standards for Anyone


    I would need my strength? For what?


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    My mind started to wander down some weird paths. Could I be med? Idris bolted for a shower the


    second he was home and was speaking weirdly.


    Having had a long day and just woken up from a power nap, I was definitely ready for some food.


    I did not dive into my meal right away. Instead, I sat quietly to the side, waiting. Two years of marriage


    to Idris had given me a pretty good sense of his shower routine. Right on cue, he emerged.


    Spotting me at the dining table, chopsticks untouched, he knit his brows and asked while toweling off


    his dark hair, “Not hungry?”


    I shook my head, careful not to nce at his towel–wrapped form, and replied without looking away,


    “Nope, just waiting for you.”


    At that, he took a seat across from me. Fresh from the shower, he was distractingly handsome, his face


    a mix of warmth and mild exasperation. “It’s going to get cold. Let’s eat,” he urged, reaching to fill my


    te.


    His shirtless state and striking muscle definition were a bit much for me, and I found my eyes


    wandering off. He seemed not to mind, though, and kept adding more to my te as if he was worried I


    would starve.


    The food was piling up, and I had to protest, “Hey, that’s enough. I can’t eat all that.” He paused,


    peering at me with a yful glint in his eyes. “What’s up? You’re all flushed,” he teased, even daring to


    touch my forehead. I dodged his hand and mumbled, “I’m fine. It’s chilly, why not put on a shirt?”


    Quietly, he went still, not moving. I did not look up, but I could feel his gaze locked on me. I wanted to


    see what he was up to, but when I finally met his eyes, I found them full of mischief, his smile barely


    there but unmistakable to me. “Yvette, are you blushing?” he asked, his voice a smooth drawl.


    “Of course not!” I blurted, a little too quickly. His chuckle filled the air, and after a brief pause, he yed


    along, “Okay, if you say so.” With that, he slipped on a robe and sat back down, ready to join me for the


    meal.


    Maybe it was the day’s weirdness still hanging in the air, but I just could not figure out how to act


    around him. I could not be cold to him, yet getting too cozy felt totally off too. It was really awkward.


    He must have picked up on my vibe because he did not push it. We just chowed down on dinner


    together.


    After we finished, he hit me with a soft look, proud of having spoiled me. “All good? Are you full?” he


    asked.


    I nodded, though inside, I was all jitters. After showering and eating well, he seemed to be hinting at


    something. Oh no!


    The thought alone sent my cheeks into a full–blown inferno.


    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.”


    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.


    Chapter 253 If You Need to Find Someone