“But what’s mine will be mine.”
Xavier arrived at the hotel shortly before one and went straight to Aveline’s room to ring the doorbell.
Aveline didn’t expect him to return to Mount Ardwood. Thinking it was Jasmine, she opened the door right away.
Seeing him, she immediately went to shut the door, but Xavier stopped it with his hand,
“Why are you closing the door? Let me in. I need to tell you something.”
Aveline said coldly, “I’m not interested.”
She pushed the door, but with Xavier’s hand blocking it, it didn’t budge.
Xavier walked inside and then let go. “You have to listen whether you’re interested or not. Otherwise, when the Patri- arch calls you back to question you himself, you won’t know how to answer.”
Aveline didn’t understand. “Ask me what?”
Xavier replied, “Close the door.”
As he spoke, he walked further into the room, pulling out his phone to call the manager and order some food.
Hearing this, Aveline said coldly, “Go back to your room. Don’t eat in here.”
Xavier sat on the bed. “I’m here as your husband, so of course I can eat here.”
“Don’t sit on my bed. Get off.”
“I’ve already slept in your bed, and now I can’t even sit on it?”
“Xavier, stop being shameless.”
Xavier didn’t argue back. He got up and sat down on the sofa.
Then Aveline said, “Don’t have your grandfather come looking for me, or I’ll definitely tell him I’ve already filed for divorce.”
Xavier looked at her, his eyes dark and deep. “The Patriarch wanted to see you to ask about you saving me.”
Aveline said coldly, “What’s there to talk about?”
Then she scoffed, “I know, someone in your family doubts I’m the one who saved you. Heh, whatever. Let them doubt all they want. It’s not like I asked the for a reward for saving you, right?”
Xavier’s gaze remained on her face, watching her silently for a moment as if trying to see right into her heart.
Aveline couldn’t be bothered with him. She looked away and went to pour a glass of water.
Xavier’s gaze followed her as he said lightly, “My mom thinks you’re my Guardian Angel now.”
Aveline drank half a glass of water, set the glass down, and turned to face him. “That’s your mom’s problem. Go take it up with her, or with that Fortune Teller.”


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