Rewriting the love story after traveling into the novel novel Chapter 46

Rewriting the Love Story After Traveling Into the Novel.

Chapter 46 Stop Smiling Like That, Weirdo

“Do I look good?”

Xavier stood in front of her, his tall frame casting a shadow over her.

Becky deflected, “Did you overdose on calcium as a kid or something? Why are you so tall and your legs are freakishly long.”

Xavier chuckled. “Nope; all natural.”

Becky stared at him, frozen in place.

Xavier was smiling.

Smiling, such a normal expression, but on Xavier, it was downright rare.

In her memory, ever since she arrived in this world, she hadn’t seen him smile once.

Now that he had, it nearly made her soul float out of her body.

He gently tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Where were you?”

Becky took two steps back. “Work.”

“Work? Doing what?”

“A traditional medicine clinic.”

Xavier looked surprised for a moment, then nodded with understanding.

Becky did have a talent for that; it made sense.

“Tired?”

Becky replied, “It’s my first day back since giving birth–yeah, a little. But give it a few days; I’ll get used to it.”

“You here for something?”

“Can’t I come just because I want to?”

Becky had no idea how to respond to that.

Xavier took her hand. “Come upstairs.”

Becky jumped in shock and pulled away, staring at him like he’d grown a second head.

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What was wrong with him? Why was he suddenly holding her hand?

Xavier discreetly shoved his hands into the pockets of his slacks to cover his awkwardness.

“Don’t get the wrong idea. Even if we’re not husband and wife anymore, we can be brother and sister. A brother holding his sister’s hand, totally normal.”

Becky tilted her head, thinking. What kind of family has a grown man holding his sister’s hand like that?

Chapter 46 Stop Smiling Like That, Weirdo

“We’re not real brother and sister. We should keep some distance.”

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Besides, they’d been married for two months. How were they supposed to suddenly act like innocent brother and sister? What a joke.

Still, Xavier seemed oddly attached to her.

Fine–she wouldn’t argue with him.

The nanny hadn’t expected Xavier to show up, so she hadn’t prepared much food and rushed off to make

more.

Becky said, “Forget it, Abigail. Go buy a few buns and some appetisers. Just something quick for now.” Abigail looked toward Xavier, waiting for his approval; after all, he was the one paying her salary.

Xavier said, “Do as she says. Whatever she wants, goes.”

Abigail nodded quickly and hurried out the door.

Becky hadn’t seen her son all day and had missed him like crazy. After washing her hands, she scooped him up and played with him.

“James! Did you miss Mommy? Come here, give Mommy a kiss–muah!”

Xavier turned to look.

Becky’s smile was pure and radiant; her whole being seemed to glow with warmth.

Becky went quiet. Well, there was a bit of fatherly love. Not a lot; best not to push it.

He took one bite and frowned. Too salty.

“Chew slowly, don’t choke.”

After dinner, Xavier stood up to leave.

He dragged Becky downstairs to see him off, saying it was good for digestion since she’d eaten too much.

Becky walked him to the car, then immediately turned around and rushed back upstairs without a second of hesitation.

Xavier ground his teeth.

She ran off faster than a rabbit.

Clearly, she didn’t care about him at all.

Meanwhile, Yulia and Quincy sat in a cafe, each with a cup of coffee.

Quincy slammed her cup down, outraged. “You’re telling me Becky had a kid–and it’s Xavier’s?”

Yulia nodded, eyes red.

Quincy smacked the table: “Unbelievable! That wench Becky–I knew she was manipulative, but I didn’t think she’d pull something like this.”

Tears streamed down Yulia’s face.

Quincy said, “Don’t cry. So what if she had a baby? Xavier’s heart is still with you. That makes you the

winner.”

Yulia shook her head. “It’s not that simple. Now that they have a child, that child becomes a tie between them. I can already feel Xavier changing.”

Quincy sighed. “Honestly? You’re too reserved. If you’d just been more bold, more forward, that wench Becky wouldn’t even stand a chance.”

Yulia grabbed a tissue and wiped her tears; a faint blush rose to her cheeks.

“How could I be the one to take the initiative in that kind of thing? I’m a girl, it’s embarrassing.

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Rewriting the Love Story After Traveling Into the Novel.

Chapter 47 Tell Me Again, Slowly