Eleanor lifted her teacup, took a sip of water, and said quietly, “Let’s not talk about this anymore.”
She knew Xavier was just trying to stand up for her, but Serena was Ian’s sister, and their mothers were old friends. Eleanor didn’t want Xavier caught between her and Serena, nor did she want to stir up trouble between the two families.
“Xavier, just let it go,” she said calmly. “Honestly, it doesn’t bother me.”
Xavier could tell he’d guessed right—it was obvious Serena thought Eleanor was still chasing after Ian, which explained the smug photos she’d sent as a warning. The thought made his jaw clench in frustration. Serena was so spoiled.
He glanced at Eleanor across the table. If she’d just let him define their relationship, he would never have tolerated the Goodwin family treating her this way. But he also worried that meddling too much would only make things harder for her.
After dinner, they parted ways. Eleanor had to get back to her lab, and as Xavier was heading out, his phone buzzed. It was Henry.
He glanced at the screen and answered, “Henry?”
“I’m at the café on the third floor. Want to come up and talk?” Henry’s voice came through the line.
“You’re still here?” Xavier sounded surprised.
“Just come up,” Henry replied, then hung up.
Xavier checked his watch—still early. He made his way to the elevators.
The café was quiet, sunlight streaming through the windows. Henry sat alone at a corner table, and Xavier joined him. Henry pushed a black coffee across the table.
“I saw you and Eleanor having dinner earlier,” Henry said, a teasing glint in his eye. “How’s it going with you two?”
Xavier raised an eyebrow. “Since when are you so nosy?”

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