Chapter 319


    Chapter 319 I Can Wait


    His smile was warm, his toneforting and alluring. There was no anger in his voice, only a sincere


    gratitude as he said, “Yvette, I appreciate your trust in me.”


    Surprised by his words, I blinked and managed to stammer, “Huh?”


    He yed absentmindedly with the steering wheel, his fingers lightly drumming against it as he


    rified, “I’m innocent. I didn’t do any of that stuff.”


    A lightbulb went off in my head–he was talking about Jack’s tragic end and the nightmares that were


    keeping Christina and Moore up at night in their cold, lonely cells. I pressed my lips together, trying to


    keep my voice steady. “Forget the really bad stuff, like killing and beating people up. You could never


    even hurt Moore.”


    He had been Moore’s guardian angel for ages. He might have messed up, but that was on him, not her.


    Moore was locked up for her own mess–ups, not because Idris flipped his lid. They had history, a real


    bond. The possibility of him snapping at someone else over a big mix–up was out of the question.


    I still had this rock–solid trust in Idris being a stand–up guy.


    He kept quiet, the light flicked to green, and he hit the gas. The silence was so thick in the car you


    could cut it with a knife.


    Trying to lighten the mood, I asked, “Have you angered anyely?” With all fingers pointing at him,


    I could not help but wonder.


    He smoothly turned the wheel, shooting me a quick, mischievous look. “Or maybe it’s you who’s made


    an enemy?”


    I knitted my eyebrows together, “Who would I have upset?” Before he could say a word, it clicked. This


    whole mess was somehow about me. The victims had all crossed me at some point, but here was Idris,


    taking the fall.


    What was the person behind this trying to tell us?


    What was their endgame?


    As I tried to make sense of it all, Idris chuckled softly, his voice steady, “Looks like the person behind


    the scenes is pretty cleve


    figuring out that I’ve got your back and going after the ones


    who’ve done you wrong.”


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    I raised an eyebrow at him, my expression screaming, “Really?” It seemed like he was just talking in


    circles.


    He did not say anything more. However, there was this peaceful look in his eyes, and he hit me with a


    shocker. “They got what wasing to them.”


    I was totally blindsided. I gave him a quick side–eye, and his handsome face seemed to turn icy for a


    split second. It freaked me out, and I wondered if my eyes were ying tricks on me.


    You…?”


    He nced back, as chill as if nothing had happened, one eyebrow raised and that killer smile on his


    face, “What?”


    I shook my head, trying to shake off the eerie feeling. Why on earth would he think the jerks


    who messed with me had the right idea? Moore has been his girl for like forever, despite that. There


    was no way he would ditch her, not even for me.


    We rolled to a stop in front of the sky–high Scott Corporation skyscraper. Before hopping out, I turned


    to him, my voice warm, “Thanks.”


    Stepping onto the curb, I left him behind, his eyes following me in silence. I had barely taken a few


    steps when his voice stopped me in my tracks. “Yvette.”


    Whirling around, I met his


    gaze.


    “What?”


    His eyes held mine, a hint of a smile ying on his lips, his tone low and hushed, “How about we grab


    dinner tonight?”


    His question threw me. I stumbled over my words, “I… um…


    “Ms. Scott, right?” Out of nowhere, a guy in a blue delivery uniform bounded up to me, an armful of


    flowers so big it nearly hid his face, waiting for me to nod.


    I nodded, my mind a total nk.


    He shed a grin and handed me the flowers. “These are for you. Could you sign for them, please?”


    I was still spaced out, but after I scribbled my name and grabbed the flowers, it suddenly clicked, and I


    blurted out to the delivery guy, “How did you know myst name is Scott?” I did not have a clue who he


    was.


    The delivery guy gave me a small, knowing smile and said, “The dude who ordered these made sure I


    saw your pic. He was super insistent I give them to you and you alone. I tried to find upstairs, but no


    luck–they said you had stepped out, so I hung around here.”


    you


    I was totally lost, about to grill the delivery guy for more information, but the moment I scribbled my


    name and grabbed the bouquet, he zoomed off like he was in the Tour de France or something.


    Clutching the flowers, I racked my brain trying to figure out who had sent them. A quick nce at Idris


    was enough to see the thunderclouds in his stormy eyes and the scowl aimed at the blooms nope,


    definitely not him. I almost asked him outright, yet he beat me to it, “Looks like I’ll be busy tonight, no


    time…” I barely got a breath in before he snapped, his voice sharp as icicles yet hot with anger,


    “Hanging out with Charlie, huh?”


    Charlie’s name popping up in the conversation totally blindsided me, and I could not help but frown.


    “Look, Scott Corporation is like, totally buried in work. I just can’t get away right now. Mr. Young, I’m


    really sorry, but I’ve got to cancel on us hanging out.”


    Idris’s expression went cold as stone, his eyes flicking to the flowers, which only seemed to crank up


    the chill factor. “It’s cool,” he said in an icy calm voice. “I’ll hang around. It doesn’t matter howte you


    show up.“,