Facade of Love Novel novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145 He Dug Up the Past 

I must have been seeing things to even think Idris looked at me that way. 

I gulped down the mouthful, trying to keep my cool, and went through the motions of eating whatever he served up, over and over 

He had me try a bite of each and every dish, a dozen in total. Staring down the next pastry he offered, I fought the urge to gag, the food nearly spilling out of my mouth as I confronted him, “Idris, do you really hate me that much?” 

He stopped mid–sip, confusion washing over his handsome features. With a furrowed brow and a deep, puzzled hum, he looked at me, clueless. 

I patted my chest, feeling like I was about to hurl, and pressed on, “I’ve heard of all sorts of ways to off a spouse–poisoning, freezing, starving–but death by overfeeding? That’s a new one to me.” 

Idris did a spit–take, water flying everywhere as he coughed and sputtered. 

This was the first time I had ever seen him lose his cool. I handed him a napkin without thinking, and after he’d finally stopped coughing, I could not help but ask, “Are you okay?” 

Once he had caught his breath, he fixed his gaze on me, a playful glint in his eyes. His voice, as smooth as ever, carried a teasing edge, “Yvette, killing your husband by making him choke to death is a first for me too.” 

I stared at him, unimpressed. His attempt at humor fell flat. 

The awkward moment seemed to break the ice a bit. I really could not eat another bite, so I just sat back and eyed the man across from me. “I’ve got to head to the office soon. If you’ve got something to say, spit it out.” 

He looked a lot better than he had earlier, the dark cloud over his face lifting somewhat. He hesitated for a moment before saying, “I’ve got all the materials for Avaloria’s new projects,” 

He passed a folder across the table to me. I was hesitant but took it, fl*pping it open to see that it was Indeed about the new projects Zoe and I had been discussing. He had provided complete information: project tender dates, the project leads, and everything Scott Corporation would need to take over, all nearly marked. 

After I finished looking through the documents, I met his gaze, my confusion clear. “How did you….” know I needed these? 

I did not even get to finish my question before he cut in. “With the way things are at Scott Corporation, winning all the projects isn’t realistic, but securing one or two? That’s doable. Still, it’ll take some serious effort from the head of Scott Corp to prepare a winning bid.” 

I nodded, swallowing the flood of words I had wanted to say, and managed a simple, “Thanks. 

He did not respond, his expression unreadable. 

I could not get a read on him. Was this the only reason he wanted to meet? I hesitated, unsure whether to make a quick exit or to stick around and chat. 

Lost in thought, I suddenly noticed a leather bag had appeared on the table. I looked up at him, my eyes full of questions. 

He did not meet my gaze and just quietly sipped the fresh tea the waiter had brought over.