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Chapter 32: Sinner
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"Let's go and finish our meal," he said as he dragged her inside the seemingly romantic cottage for their dinner. She was smiling happily as they both sat down in front of each other across the table filled with various foods. When the chef put down the main dish, Xavier and Margarette began to eat. Margarette kept her composure up even though she was literally starving. She ate with elegance and sophistication—showing how much of a wealthy kid she grew up. She probably had taken an etiquette class, Xavier thought.It took them almost an hour to finish eating. They exchanged a few words but they didn't really talk that much. They only focus their attention on their meal which makes their whole dinner quiet, peaceful, and comfortable.When they finished eating a heavy meal, the chef soon delivered their desserts.Her mouth immediately salivated upon seeing the strawberry cake on the table. She gulped and wasted no time taking the cake and took a spoonful of it to her mouth. The sweet f
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Margarette was debating whether to push him away or give in. He was kissing her, slowly and carefully; sucking her bottom lip gently before licking it. His hands were on her waist, keeping her in place as he shoved his tongue inside her mouth. She moaned. He tasted like her favourite strawberry cake. His kisses were too different from how he would usually kiss her. He's being gentle today, as if she'll break if he puts pressure on kissing her. She closed her eyes, getting drowned by his kisses. Her weeks wobbled up a little as if he sucked her energy away. He immediately wrapped his arms around her small body and pulled her to him. She arched her back as she tiptoed. The scene was so beautiful and intimate that people who might see them would squeal in adoration. They look like a real couple having an intimate moment.Xavier reluctantly pulled away when he noticed her getting out of breath. When he opened his eyes, it was burning with need. A need to have more of her."The cake didn't
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He shut his eyes tight and pinched his nose in frustration. What the hell. What did he think he was doing? He wasn't actually trying to be nice, was he? Anger filled his chest. He was angry at himself. She was nothing to him. She was literally no one in his life. But how did she manage to make him submit to her? She should be the one submitting to him, not the other way around.But Xavier seems to be smitten by her.And he fucking hates it.Frustrated, he stood up and left. He went straight to the pool and took some cigarettes in his pockets. He rarely smokes, only because his mother would definitely scold him if she was still alive. But she was not here, so there was no stopping him. "The fuck..." he chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. He couldn't believe he did such a thing. It was still beyond his belief he would do something like that. "I must've gone insane."His phone suddenly rang. A call from an unknown number was calling. His forehead creased. If this is one of his me
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"Why did you bring me here, then?" she asked quietly. Her heart throbbed imagining that this is where his mother died. For the first time since she met Xavier, a sad smile crept to his face. He quickly looked away and averted his gaze to the calm sea.He shrugged off his shoulders. "I don't know."He actually didn't know he brought her to this place. This place was special to him because this is where his beloved mother last lived. This is where her last breath was taken away. Although this place is saddening, this was his comfort zone.He closed his eyes and let the cold wind sooth his skin. It was as if someone was caressing his check, his smile faltered.Xavier took a deep breath. "We were on our way back home from our trip in this country. Together with my family and I travelled across this place, but then an unexpected incident happened. We were ambushed. My father did his best to save us, but unfortunately, he wasn't able to save our mother. Our pregnant mother," he said bitterl
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Xavier took his cigarette and smoked. He told Margarette to go back inside the car after their talk. His mind was still processing the words she had said to him and its impact on his heart. He shook his head and sighed. What the hell is wrong with him...After he finished smoking, he took a mint gum and chewed it up before getting back to the driver seat. He could see through his peripheral vision that she was looking at him, but he ignored her. He turned on the engine and drove away.All throughout their way back to the city, Xavier purposely ignores her. And she respected him for asking for space. Both of them were quiet as they drove back, no one dared to mention the incident earlier. Margarette looked out the window and let out a sigh.When they arrived at a tall building, Xavier went out and opened the door for her. She smiled at him and slowly put her hand above his. But her smile slightly faltered when he didn't even look back at her."A pleasant day to you, Mr. Ivanov," said a
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His sly remark made the older man go mad. The staff went and prepared the table for them. They're a group of wealthy gamblers. Xavier managed to provoke Mr. Alejandro before the game started, and the older man was eager to defeat Xavier for making him embarrassed in front of other people. But who was he kidding? No one can defeat an Ivanov."You're still a good player, Mr. Ivanov. I am impressed," Mrs. McClellan said with a wide grin, glancing briefly at Mr. Alejandro as if teasing him. The latter could only clench his jaws and glare blatantly at Xavier.Xavier shrugged off his shoulders and smirked. He glanced at Margarette who was sitting beside him. "It's just luck.""Yeah, right. A luck," Mr. Alejandro retorted, mocking Xavier. But he was unaffected by his words."Oh, stop being such a pussy, Mr. Alejandro. Let's just admit this young man is just so smart," Mrs. McClellan giggled. "If you are confident about your cards, then just bet all your assets now.""Nice try, woman," Alejand
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Everybody in the room was stunned. A terrified look was plastered on their faces. A dead body lay on the ground, soaked with his own blood. Xavier stood in the middle of the crowd with a gun in his hand."Tsk." He took the handkerchief in his pocket and wiped the blood that had splattered across his face. He had this disgusted look upon his face as he wiped off the blood of the person he killed just now. After wiping it off, he put his gun back to the back of him and put it under his coat before he turned around and started walking back towards his wife's direction.Margarette could not move. She was still frozen from what happened just now before her eyes. But when she saw that Xavier was approaching her, she flashed a smile. A relief one.In Margarette's mind, at least he wasn't harmed in any means.Xavier's brows creased in shock, but he didn't say anything."Let's get out of here," he said before extending his hand to her. With a nod, she accepted his hand; the hand he used to kil
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