"Can you please put Jessica back on the line?" Burke said trying to compose himself. "Anything you have to say to my wife you can say to me too" Xavier answered. He was irritated with the back-and-forth of Jessica with him. He had a faint idea that Burke was behind the news but he only confirmed the suspicions now. "It's a private matter between us" Burke answered. He did not expect to speak with him so soon. Burke was quite aware of the power and wealth that the Delgado family carried but his anger towards Jessica who had changed her status overnight by marrying into the family made him furious and he went after the family without any reason. After all, there was no way he could single out only Jessica without affecting the family. There was no direct link between the blog owner and Burke so he was calm and there was no evidence of the information transfer too. "I will call her back then" Burke responded when it was obvious that Xavier was neither going to say anything nor pass
Jessica could tell right away from the voice that it was Dawson. The old man was rather worried about Jessica. He had his fair share of media gossip back in the day. Then everything was not as digitalized as this but word still got out. Dawson knew that Xavier and Jessica barely knew each other but he went along because he thought that perhaps his grandson may find love in the hands of a stranger. Upon spending time with her knew he knew she was a pure soul. He was old but still an excellent judge of character. "Hello Dawson," Jessica said. "I'm so glad you recognized my voice," Dawson said. He had decided to call her because he knew his son was not the best at handling any situation like this. He had grown a thick skin to the media after what they did after his parents died. Xavier happened to be in the car but got out unharmed. His mother's hands had been cuddling him and he was crying and wailing at the scene. He barely understood anything but he knew he had lost his parents.
Xavier got home quite exhausted and late. He had meetings with foreign investors as they were all interested in the life of the owner of the company they invested in. He just took over the company in paper although he had been running it ever since Dawson got sick. "Welcome young master, should I prepare dinner for you and the lady?" one of the house staff asked. She just happened to be around when he came in and she decided to ask him if she needs to prepare anything. The house staff saw the news and they were all worried about the young lady. Ever since she got here she had been friendly and made them all feel comfortable. She has not left her room to prepare dinner for herself which was quite strange since she had done so every night. The staff knew that the young master would turn any food since it was past midnight but she was worried about the young lady not having dinner. They were all worried that she was coupled up in her room crying her eyes out about the rumor. The sta
Xavier walked away and came back shortly holding the spare key. It was a good thing that the master key was kept as the spare key so even if she had left the hey at the mouth of the keyhole he could still get in. He pushed the key in and opened up the door. He saw Jessica sitting on the bed. She was not sleeping as she claimed. Her eyes shone as someone poured glitter into them. They were lined with tears. She was crying but her voice managed to sound normal. Seeing the tears, the anger that Xavier had come in with instantly melted. "Why are you crying?" he asked awkwardly still standing by the door. Jessica looked up at him. Was it that he did not know why she was crying or that he was just really bad at consoling others? Jessica narrowed her eyes at him. He slipped his hand into his pants pocket and shuffled uncomfortably on his feet. Her glare was not a comfortable one. "Why are you crying?" he asked again. Was that the best he could do to console? She asked herself. "Becau
"Put it there," Xavier said moving from the doorway and pointing to the table at the corner of the room. The girl dropped it off and glanced at the young lady she was relieved when she saw that she was doing quite well. She bowed and left in a hurry. Xavier entered the walk-in closet and changed his clothes to his pajamas before coming back out. Jessica watched him in awe as he went about his nightly routine. He had not finished consoling her yet he was comfortably doing something else. "Xavier" she called his name quite absentmindedly because she was busy watching him. He was in front of the mirror. He turned to face her and she looked him in the eye. She has always seen his beauty but this time it shone through. She gulped down the question she wanted to ask him long forgotten in her memory. Maybe it was the fact that she was heartbroken and lonely or the fact that his attempt at consoling her was the worst technique she had ever seen or the fact that he looked so hot right now
Jessica took small bites out of the bowl of oats. She wanted to convince herself that there was no way that Xavier was concerned about her up to the extent that he got her a meal. He was the same jerk that got her riled up all day. "Finish every last drop," Xavier said. Jessica had tried to stop her spoon because she was filled but Xavier whose eyes were closed happened to see her drop her spoon. "I'm full, why don't you have the rest?" Jessica asked rubbing her tummy with her hand. "I don't eat so late at night" he replied. "But did you have dinner?" He had been so busy that he skipped dinner. He even had to leave work without finishing up his work. "No, I did not but I keep a strict timeline for my meals," he said standing up and walking toward the bed. "Finish up the meal," he said turning to face her before climbing up to the bed. "As I said before, I'm quite filled so I don't think I can have any more," she said also standing up. She put on the lid back on the plate and
Both Xavier and Jessica enter the car and the driver goes away. Xavier had hammered that Jessica should wear something exotic but she still went with her plain tee and skinny jeans. She was a simple girl like that. Her wardrobe barely spoke classy not to talk of exotic. Xavier made a mental note to call famous stylists and designers to change her entire wardrobe after the whole mess settles down. She would have to be his date to many events from now on so she should dress the part even if she can't be the part. She was after all now the Lady of the Delgado family. Soon the high-class ladies of the city especially her age range would want to start interacting with her. Xavier had all these in mind but he did not know how he would be able to convince Jessica to change her entire wardrobe, style and even join the club of high-class ladies. Xavier knew that even the older generation would such up to her because of the family she married into. He wondered if she would be able to handle
The car comes to a slow halt at the entrance of the hospital reception. "Let's go in holding hands," Jessica said and Xavier had a huge frown on her face. "I thought we were still playing the romantic couple role?" she added when she saw his face. She was just a normal girl there was no need for him to make such a face. Was he holding up a pile of maggots that the thoughts of holding hands troubled him so much? "If you think what we did yesterday was enough then no need to hold hands," Jessica said removing her seat belt. She thought he only volunteered to come because he knew the reporters she currently saw from the rolled-up window were going to be there. Xavier had good foresight after all. He knew that the media would come to the hospital and that was why he came but she openly asked them to hold hands was shocking to him. "No need to overthink this. If you don't want to do it. Then don't" Jessica said when she saw his face and the way it seemed his brain wheels were turning