Rewriting the love story after traveling into the novel novel Chapter 196

Chapter 196 Jealousy and Ointment

Xavier didn’t answer her. He strolled off–right toward her bedroom.

He wasn’t planning to spend another night here, was he?

Becky quickly handed James over to Abigail and rushed upstairs.

The moment she opened the door, she saw Xavier holding the signed poster and concert ticket that Samson had given her.

“Who said you could touch my stuff?”

Xavier turned, holding the items delicately between two fingers. His phoenix eyes narrowed.

“You like him?”

Becky marched over and snatched them away, carefully putting them back in a drawer.

“You like him?” Xavier asked again.

He remembered how, at the Shanks family’s banquet, Becky had smiled sweetly at Samson and called him by name–so close, so familiar.

Becky turned around. “Yes.”

Samson was her idol. Of course she liked him.

The moment she said it, Xavier’s face darkened.

His deep black eyes bored into her like she’d committed some great betrayal.

Becky stiffened. “It’s late. You should go. I’m not in the mood tonight.”

But Xavier took a step forward, not back–like he was about to throttle her.

Becky stepped away. “Don’t try anything. I’ll scream.”

“Go ahead.”

“I mean it…”

“Mm. Scream.”

She backed all the way into a corner. Xavier stepped up and pinned her.

He was much taller than her. He lowered his head until their foreheads touched. Their breath tangled in the narrow space. Her heart pounded violently.

They’d already slept together–more than once–but every time he got close, she still tensed up.

It frustrated her. She felt weak–but she couldn’t help it.

Xavier gently rubbed their noses together.

“Tell me. Do you like me, or do you like him?”

“Huh?”

Becky froze.

Xavier repeated, “Do you like me, or do you like Samson?”

Becky was speechless.

“Sainson is my idol.”

Chapter 196 Jealousy and Ointment

“No calling him brother.”

Becky: “”

“Well?”

“No comment. Xavier, are you insane?”

She did like Samson–as an idol. But she couldn’t say she liked Xavier. Not the way he wanted her to.

Xavier narrowed his eyes. “Is it that hard to answer?”

“You already know the answer. Why push me? If I say it just because you forced me, it doesn’t mean anything.”

Xavier stared at her in silence, long enough to make her scalp tingle.

Then he finally let her go.

“Fine. Very good,” he said through gritted teeth.

Becky thought he’d storm out, maybe slam the door.

Instead, he walked right into the bathroom.

Becky: “…”

Minutes later, Xavier came out wrapped in her bath towel, slung low around his waist, eight–pack abs fully exposed.

“Your turn to shower.”

Becky pressed herself into the wall. “I’m not sleeping tonight.”

“Don’t worry. I’m not in the mood either.”

“Then go home. You’ve got a whole place at Purple Pavilion–what, ten steps away?”

Xavier ignored her and flopped onto her bed.

Fuming, Becky took a shower and came out, grabbed her phone from the nightstand, and made for the door.

“Where are you going?” Xavier grabbed her wrist.

“To the guest room.”

“We’ve already slept together. What’s with the fake modesty? Get back here and stay put.”

Becky’s large, peach blossom eyes flared. Her little face tensed.

“Xavier, this is my house. You’re being overbearing. Who gave you that right? I’m mad. Leave. Now,”

Xavier studied her for two seconds, then hugged her.

Finished

“Don’t be mad. Don’t kick me out. I don’t have any right to be overbearing in front of you. I was just jealous. You like that Samson and not me, and it hurts.”

“Becky, I swear I won’t do anything tonight. Just let me hold you, okay? Don’t kick me out.”

He pulled the wounded puppy act effortlessly. “Look at me like this–going out would be so embarrassing. I belong to you now. My body can’t be seen by anyone else.”

Becky: “”

This man’s mouth should be classified as a deadly weapon.

“It’s fine. Let whoever wants to see it, see it. Nothing special anyway”

Xavier gave her a heartbroken look. “Becky, how could you?”

She climbed back onto the bed and lay down.

She was the one being stupid. It was her room, her bed–he should’ve been the one to leave.

“Shut the door on your way out.”

“Let’s talk later. First, I need to put some ointment on you.”

Xavier walked over.

Becky sat up. “What ointment?”

Xavier opened the black bag and pulled out a box of cream.

“You got a bit roughed up last night. I bought this for you.”

Becky: “…”

She yanked the blanket over her face. “I don’t need it.”

“It’ll help. You’ll heal faster.”

He flipped the blanket back.

“Come on, be good. Let me help you.”

He reached for her ankle.

Startled, Becky sprang upright, snatched the cream, and bolted into the bathroom.

“I’ll do it myself!”

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