Follow my wife." Xavier's voice cut through the air like a sharp blade, both commanding and calculated. Caleb couldn't believe what he was hearing from his master. He wasn't interested in his wife at all. Caleb's eyes widened in confusion as he gazed at his master through the rear-view mirror. His employer's face was contorted in uncertainty, a look that Caleb had never seen before. The man's fingers gripped tightly at his tie, pulling at it in an aggressive manner. But Caleb remained silent, observing the tense scene unfolding before him without uttering a word. Why would his master want him to go after his own wife? The question echoed in Caleb's mind, but he dared not voice it aloud. The atmosphere inside the car was heavy with tension, and even the sound of the engine seemed to hush in anticipation.Is he in love with his wife? Caleb thought to himself. He must be in love with her. Why would he ask me to follow her car?Xavier couldn't fathom why he had asked Caleb to tail Cathlee
Dora had a look at Cathleen and was on the verge of being rude, but then remembered why she was there in the first place."So, this is your husband now. I thought you were supposed to be married to your first love. What's his name? Finn. Is that his name?" Dora said as she ordered what she wanted to eat. Xavier found their relationship to be quite interesting for a mother and daughter to have, so he leaned back in his chair and wanted to know what Cathleen was going to say to the woman."You seemed to have a short memory, Dora. Wasn't that the same first love that I caught fucking Avery from behind?" Caleb's hand shot up to his mouth, a look of shock and pain twisting his features. Xavier wasn't surprised; he had come to learn that Cathleen possessed a sharp, cutting tongue capable of inflicting emotional wounds. Her words were like daggers, leaving behind scars that never truly healed."That's no way to be talking about your sister!""I'm a West; how is she my sister again?"Cathleen
Caleb hurried to his master's table just as Cathleen was walking out of the restaurant to give him the news that his father would be joining them for dinner the following day. Xavier, though, stopped paying attention at that point. The thought that he doesn't know anything about his wife continued to occupy his thoughts throughout the conversation.Caleb's frantic calls for his attention went unnoticed as Xavier was lost in the depths of his own thoughts. The man's distant gaze made it clear that he was preoccupied with some unknown struggle. As Xavier pondered her extreme iciness, he couldn't help but wonder what could have caused such a drastic change in her demeanor. According to his father, she was the sweetest girl alive, yet Xavier had never witnessed this sweetness firsthand - only brief glimpses when there were family members around, and even then it seemed forced or insincere. "Sir, you have dinner with your father tomorrow night." Xavier finally raised his head to meet one
A heavy silence fell over the dinner table as everyone's attention turned to Cathleen and the old man. The question hung in the air like a thick fog, weighing down on the two of them. Cathleen fought the urge to steal a glance at Xavier, knowing that their eyes meeting would reveal her true feelings about the arranged marriage. Instead, she mustered up a smile and reached out to gently cup the old man's face in her hands. The wrinkles and crevices of his weathered skin told a story of a long life lived, but at this moment, all Cathleen could see was the burden she was about to bear for the sake of cutting ties with her family. She looked at the man and said,"Aren't you so sweet when you're worried? Xavier is a good husband, and I am happy with him." If the man had not been visibly struggling against his illness, she would have mustered up the courage to tell him how deeply unhappy she was. The weight of her words hung heavy in the air, like a storm cloud on the verge of bursting. But
Xavier leaned back in his chair, his piercing blue eyes fixed on his older brother as he observed him from across the room. The tension between them was palpable, with each one keenly aware of the other's presence. A silent electricity crackled in the air, threatening to ignite into a full-blown confrontation. Edward was well aware that he risked a harsh slap from Xavier if he continued to speak.But despite the danger, Xavier's piercing stare held him captive. His elder brother's attention was diverted as he questioned his wife with an air of authority. Yet, even in this moment of confrontation, Xavier's eyes remained locked on Edward, cold and unyielding. The man finally turned to Cathleen, breaking the intense gaze, and spoke with a hint of remorse, "My apologies for my inappropriate behavior." The tension in the room remained thick, like a heavy fog that refused to dissipate.But then Olivia, with her love for the dramatic, couldn't resist jumping in and adding her own commentary.
As the doctor bustled into the room and began tending to the old man, Xavier descended the stairs with his crisp black shirt neatly folded over his arm. He strode over to his brother, standing tall and imposing in front of him. His voice was low and threatening as he spoke, and his eyes were blazing with anger. "You better hope this isn't serious. If anything happens to our father because of you, I promise you won't want to face the consequences." The tension in the air was thick and palpable, each word a sharp edge in the heated exchange between the two brothers.With a firm shove, Xavier propelled his elder brother Edward out of the way. Cathleen stood there, her mind racing in disbelief at what had just transpired. She struggled to find a place to begin comprehending everything that had just unfolded before her eyes. The shock and confusion swirled inside her like a dark storm, threatening to break free at any moment.Who did she get married to? Why was Finn's father so afraid of t
As Xavier stepped into Cathleen's bedroom, he was met with a sense of serenity that seemed to emanate from the sleeping figure on the bed. She lay there, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, completely unaware of his presence. He pulled up a chair beside her and settled in, watching her intently. A soft beam of moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting shadows across her peaceful face. He couldn't help but smile as she furrowed her brows and let out a content sigh in her slumber. In this moment, she seemed so vulnerable and fragile, yet she was also fiercely independent. As he sat there gazing at her, he couldn't help but wonder what thoughts and dreams were running through her mind as she slept.He couldn't understand why she had chosen to become a prostitute. Despite the roughness of her profession, she was undeniably breathtaking, and it seemed effortless for her to attract potential suitors. But as he thought about what she did for a living, his smile twisted in
Her nails dug into his skin, her anger boiling over at his constant jabs and insults towards her. As tears welled up in her eyes, she couldn't help but absorb every hurtful word he hurled her way. The weight of his words felt like stones crushing down on her spirit, but she refused to let him break her. "You must like older men, then," Xavier added."What." Cathleen paused a bit and went on, "Does it bruise your ego that I don’t like you, Mr. Knight?" Tears threatened to spill from her eyes, but she refused to let them fall in front of this stoic, unfeeling man. She scoffed, the sound bitter and full of hurt, the tears still lingering on her lashes. She braced herself against the emotional onslaught, determined not to show any weakness in his presence. His icy demeanor only added to the weight crushing down on her heart."You don’t like me, and I don’t like you; it’s mutual. I hate you; you are not even anywhere close to what I like. I am still taking your shit because I want your fat