Chapter 325
Chapter 325 Torturing Myself in a Different Way
I frowned and pursed my lips, saying, “That’s hard to say.”
Idris fell silent, looking at me without a word. The light in his dark eyes seemed to dim a bit, filled with
disappointment and helplessness. He was like an abandoned child.
Holding the car keys in my hand, I gazed at him and said, “Idris, we can go back together.”
“I’ll walk back,” he replied firmly.
Watching his retreating figure, I lowered my head to look at the car keys in my hand. There was a slight
ache in my heart. I could not help but mock myself. When did I be so childish and ridiculous?
This way of venting anger was probably something only I coulde up with.
Taking a deep breath, I looked up at the pitch–ck sky. It was probably eighteen miles from here to
Clearwater Residence. It would take quite a bit of physical effort and time to walk back. What was I
getting so worked up about, anyway?
What absurd behavior!
I had never driven Idris‘ car before, but luckily, all cars were more or less the same. It was just a matter
of handling the throttle and brakes. I simply would not touch anything else. With that in mind, I slowly
drove back.
Nearly an hourter, I parked the car downstairs at the Scotts Residence. I did not hurry to get out of
the car but instinctively checked the time. It was almost ten o’clock. I was not doubting Idris‘
trustworthiness or worried that he might have taken a cab back. I was more concerned that he might be
too honest and actually walk all the way back.
Boom!
In a matter of moments, thunder rumbled, and raindrops began to patter down.
I was stunned for a few seconds, then took out my phone and called Ensio.
The phone was answered after just a couple of rings, and Ensio’s voice came through the other end, as
formal as ever. “Mrs. Young?”
I had be tired of telling him to address me differently. I spoke into the phone, “Mr. Candor, Idris is
on Riverside Road. He isn’t driving. If you have time, could you go pick him up along the way?”
There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone. Then, Ensio asked, “Mrs. Young, has
something happened?”
“Nothing!” I replied, fearing more questions. I got straight to the point. “It’s raining. Please hurry and
go.”
With that, I hung up the phone.
At that moment, I could not help but feel that I was too wishy–washy. Even if Idris did walk back, he
was not a dumb*ss. If it started raining, he certainly knew how to take shelter. Why was I so worked up
about this?
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With that in mind, I decided to get out of the car and enter the courtyard.
My mother was making juice in the kitchen and came out to greet me, saying, “Where have you been?
Why didn’t youe back for dinner? You and Little Sanchez are the same. It’s sote now, and both
of you make me worry every single day…”
Feeling irritated, I did not listen to her and just replied, “I’m going up to my room to sleep now.”
Nheless, lying in bed, I simply could not fall asleep.
After about an hour, my phone rang, disying Ensio’s name on the caller ID. I hesitated for a moment
and answered the call. Ensio’s voice came from the other end, “Mrs. Young, Mr. Young… refuses to get
in the car!”
Darn it…
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My heart sank slightly. Holding the phone, I suppressed my emotions and calmly said, “That’s his
business. You don’t need to call me about it.”
Ensio was probably speechless for a moment and then said over the phone, “It’s raining heavily
outside, and Mr. Young…”
“He’s an adult!” I interrupted, trying to sound as calm as possible. “What he chooses to do is his
business. I have no authority over him.”
I hung up the phone afterward.
Boom! The thunder outside grew louder, and the raindrops fell incessantly, looking like small pearls.
Rain in the cold winter was much colder than snowfall.
In this weather, getting soaked in the rain would probably get him…
I could not help but worry. I got up and went to the window, but I did not open it. I merely felt an
inexplicable chill. It was really cold.
Would Idris be foolish enough to walk back in the rain like this?
No, it couldn’t be. He was not stupid. Even if I told him to walk, now that it was raining, he would not
actually walk back.
I kept thinking about it, and my heart grew heavier. I nced at the clock on the wall, where the
seconds were ticking away. After some time, I looked at the phone instinctively, hoping to find some
information about Idris.
I wanted to know if he had gone back and if Ensio had brought him back. Perhaps my words earlier
had been too cold, so Ensio did not call me again.
There were no messages about Idris on my phone. With each passing moment, I became increasingly
restless.