Chapter 978 Do I Need to Report to You?

Idris seemed impatient on the other end of the line, saying, "Give me the address." I panicked and quickly responded, "No need. I can get back on my own, thank you." Then, without waiting for a response, I abruptly hung up the phone. Just one phone call had caused me to break out in a cold sweat. As I put away my phone and noticed Lucas's gaze still fixed on me, I felt uneasy under his scrutiny and forced a laugh, saying, "It's getting late. You should rest early. I'll come by tomorrow..." "Are you guys married?" he suddenly asked, his captivating eyes unwaveringly fixed on me. I froze, feeling confused for a moment, and looked at him dumbfoundedly. "What?" "Are you and Idris married?" he asked again, his gaze filled with emotions I could not understand. I was silent for a moment, then instinctively shook my head. "No, I..." As the words left my mouth, I realized something was off. Why did I feel the need to explain this to him? I stopped myself and said, "These are my personal matters. Alright, get some rest." "Heh..." He suddenly chuckled, his voice laced with resignation. "Yes, they're your personal affairs. We were husband and wife without a wedding and without proof, and we couldn't even keep our child. What right do I have to interfere with your personal matters?" His words were like icicles in the deep cold of winter, piercing my heart and causing my entire being to ache with pain. Indeed, although we did not have a wedding or official documents like a typical married couple, we did nearly everything else married couples did. We had a child, shared countless days and nights together, and even dreamt of the future. It all genuinely occurred, even if much of it was entangled with deceit. The days since my return had been too peaceful, almost making me forget how we had survived those days. Unable to look directly into the turmoil and restrained sorrow in his eyes, I could only hastily say, "I'll come to see you tomorrow," before rushing out of the room. Astoria was downstairs. After saying goodbye to her, I left the courtyard. It was nearly midnight, but fortunately, being in the old city district with its night market, the way back did not seem so dark. Catching a taxi was not difficult either, as there were plenty of cabs stopped outside the old city. Once in the taxi, I simply gave the driver the hotel address. About twenty minutes later, I arrived outside the hotel building. After scanning to pay the cab driver, I was just about to enter the hotel when I was startled by a car horn. Beep…! Following the direction of the sound, I saw a familiar black McLaren, a car I had seen Idris driving several times over these past few days. The moment I looked over, the car door opened and a long leg stepped out, followed by a man's exceptionally handsome face. He was still in his usual black suit, looking ever so dignified and elegant. After hesitating for a few seconds, I suddenly felt guilty. When did he come here? Was it when he called me earlier, or… He had gotten out of the car. Even so, he did not hurry over to me but watched me from a distance instead. His gaze was deep and obscure, revealing no emotion. Eventually, I could no longer stand it and approached him with a dry smile. "What... are you doing here?" "Where have you been?" Instead of answering my question, his dark eyes fixed on me as he asked another question. The scene felt like a parent scolding a child for coming home late. I pursed my lips, feeling inexplicably guilty, and said, "I had some errands to run." "What errands?" he asked, his voice low and somewhat harsh. For a moment, I frowned, feeling that I had no obligation to explain myself to him. After all, we were just friends at best. What was with his parental attitude? Upon regaining some composure, I looked at him and said, "Do I need to report everything to you? Do you need me for something? If not, I'm going back to rest." Planning to beat a hasty retreat, I attempted to walk away. However, just as I lifted my foot, he stopped me. His demeanor was now cold and commanding. "Yvette, I'm concerned about you. Can't you see that? It's dangerous for a girl to be out so late by herself. Don't you know how dangerous it is? This is Tully City, not Lake City. The border is still in a civil war. Do you want to be taken away again if you run into some of the bad people who've slipped in?"