12
For a long time, there was no reply from her side.
Xavier couldn’t help but frown, recalling the unpleasantness from a few days ago. Could it be that she was still sulking?
Or perhaps she was already asleep.
She must be asleep.
He had wanted to call and coax her, but then he stopped, thinking about it again, and instead dialed the luxury store, instructing them to prepare the gifts
in advance.
Only after giving the instructions did he return to the room to sleep.
The next day, the two went to work together as usual.
Vivian, as before, would throw out hints whenever they weren’t too busy, trying to replicate the madness of the past few days.
But today, Xavier repeatedly avoided her.
Either he pretended not to see her, or he called his subordinates to report on work, feigning busyness until it was almost time to leave work, when his office finally emptied.
Vivian seized the opportunity and walked in.
Xavier leaned on the sofa with his collar slightly open, one hand resting on his forehead, eyes closed, resting, while his two long legs were casually spread open, with a hint of noble elegance amidst his laziness.
She specifically stopped to admire him for a while.
Speaking of marrying into wealth, Boston was full of rich big bosses, but few could compare to him; besides money and status, his looks were also one in a hundred, not to mention his skills that could make one feel like they’re in heaven.
Even though he was married, he was still in high demand.
And she had to hold onto him even tighter.
Thinking this, Vivian quietly walked over, then squatted between the man’s thighs; just as she was about to pull down his zipper, her hand was clamped.
“What are you doing?!”
Xavier narrowed his eyes, his expression slightly angry.
Vivian was startled, then put on a fawning smile:“Doesn’t Xav want Vivi today?”
After saying that, she lowered her head, wanting to take him in her mouth.
But Xavier pulled away. He stared at Vivian’s face and felt she was no different from those women in nightclubs, too promiscuous and only making him
sick.
He stood up and straightened his collar.
Looking down at the person on the ground, he said, “I’m going home today. You can take a taxi back yourself.”
After saying that, he left without looking back.
Looking at the closed door, Vivian, lying on the floor, couldn’t help but shiver as a sense of crisis arose.
This was the first time he had rejected her….
Half an hour later, Xavier returned home.
As soon as he entered, the house was empty, as if many things were missing, and there was even a hint of musty smell in the air from long–term disuse.
Ha instantly felt uneasy and called out:“Honey?”
In the spacious large house, there was no other response except for his echo.
Xavier immediately pulled out his phone.
He unhesitatingly dialed Celeste’s number, calling once, twice, thrice… until countless times, but the other end always gave the ‘powered off
His brows furrowed, and he immediately ran into the master bedroom.
prompt.
He found that the wardrobe was half empty, and even the cosmetics on the dressing table, as well as all of Celeste’s documents.
C5-0845
10.6%
< 12
Were all gone
one!!
Even the
wedding
photo hanging by the
bed…….
Had also vanished at that mom
