Chapter 735

Just as the word "divorce" was about to escape her lips, Xander swiftly silenced her with a kiss, blocking the word he disliked.

"I don't mistrust you. It's just that intense jealousy clouded my mind."

Worried he might say something wrong, Xander said no more. He took the shirt from Abigail's hands and quickly put it on. It was also a white shirt, baggy and long when worn by her. But it fit him just right, as if it were made for him. Abigail ignored him, taking his dirty white shirt to clean it, leaving him alone in her room.

This was Xander's first time in Abigail's room, which was much smaller than he had imagined. The room had a single bed that was five feet long, a row of wardrobes, and a desk. With these furnishings, the room hardly had any extra space. But it was tidy, warm, and cozy. A sachet hung by the window, filled with what must be herbs and spices, giving off a soothing and calming scent. On the window ledge was a cushion, a small table, and on it, a tablet and a notebo