Urging Him to Get a Divorce novel Chapter 287

Chapter 287

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In the bedroom next door, Xavier heard the sounds in the hallway and knew that Jasmine must be sleeping in a guest room, not with Aveline in the master bedroom.

He smiled faintly, standing by the window with a glass of water, gazing at the night sky.

Gradually, his expression turned cold and hard.

The phone on the nightstand rang. He finished his water, walked over to the nightstand, set the glass down, and picked up the phone.

It was a message from Gerald. [I’ve gotten Josie home safely.]

Xavier looked at the message, his dark eyes cold, and didn’t reply.

Just as he was about to put the phone down, another message came from Gerald. [She’s not very happy tonight. Said she wishes she hadn’t gone.]

[The Patriarch wasn’t happy to see her, and she didn’t get to say much to you either.]

[She had asked her dad to bring out his collected Alfred painting for the Patriarch, hoping to please him.]

Xavier’s eyes hardened slightly as he replied, [As long as she’s home. Think before you act next time.]

Then he put the phone down. When it rang again, he ignored it.

Removing her makeup and washing her hair took a lot of effort and time; Aveline came out of the bathroom exhausted, quickly dried her hair, put on face cream, and then crashed onto the bed, falling asleep instantly.

In the middle of the night, she woke up thirsty.

She’d been drinking and forgot to have some water after getting home, so her throat was very dry.

Aveline got up, turned on the bedside lamp, and then realized there was no water in her bedroom.

Resigned, she had to leave her bedroom to get some water.

Whenever Aveline was home, Helena would leave a nightlight on in the hallway.

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Chapter 287

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Aveline, both sleepy and thirsty, walked towards the living room with her eyes half–closed, Helena should have left a water pitcher there.

Opening the door and going in, she could just barely see by the light from the hallway, so Aveline didn’t bother turning on the light and went to pour some water.

Just as she was drinking, the door behind her creaked open, followed by a deep voice,

“What are you doing in here instead of sleeping?”

Startled, Aveline flinched, her grip loosened, and the cup dropped to the floor.

Thankfully, it landed on the carpet. The water spilled, but the cup didn’t break.

Aveline realized it was Xavier’s voice, spun around, and snapped:

“What are you doing scaring people in the middle of the night?”

Xavier turned on the light. “I just asked you a question. How is that scary?”

“You’re way too jumpy. What are you afraid of in your own home?”

He was wearing black long–sleeved pajamas, leaning against the doorframe and looking at her. His hair was messy, as if he had just gotten out of bed too.

Aveline noticed she had bought those pajamas for him; she didn’t expect him to still be wearing

them

During the year she took care of him at Winslow Heights after their engagement, she had bought all his daily necessities, including his pajamas and underwear.

Aveline glanced at him, then saw that the sleeve on his left arm was rolled up. A patch of skin above his wrist looked like it had been treated with iodine, dark yellow.

It seemed he really had scraped his arm when she pushed him on the balcony

A little scrape didn’t count as an injury. Aveline didn’t feel sorry for him at all. Not wanting to deal with him anymore, she picked up the cup, poured and drank half a glass of water, then put it down and turned to leave.

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