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Clara shook her head and replied stubbornly.
"No, I will continue to work and do well at it." she needed to learn something new now that she can't play piano again. Also, how will she survive out there with any skills when she eventually becomes free?
With the fact that her stomach wouldn't wait , she needed to stay away from home until he divorced her .
" Are you disobeying me? " His voice became even more chilling but his face was turning pale .
" No , I am only doing what is required for the job. It has nothing to do with whatever you are doing with the Davis enterprise, nor will I ever have any reason to interfere."
" Are you not afraid that I will do something to your uncle? " Xavier asked in dismay. She was really not afraid of him again . 'How did my sheep become a goat?'.
" I don't think that's something I can stop you from doing and uncle Ryan is not a simple person. If there's nothing else I would love to leave first ", she needed to freshen up
Xavier said nothing. He could only curse in a low voice as he watched the door shut close
"Damn you! Ryan, how dare you bring her into this mess , you bastard ,you think I will grow weak because of her. You are just too shameless , shameless ! Shameless! ." because of his wounded leg, he could not vent his frustration properly. He could only lie there and throw whatever was reachable to him .
Clara was reading some documents on business when she heard a knock on her door.
" Yes , I'm coming," she answered. After that incident, she learnt how to lock her door when she's in .
Mrs Leah was standing at the door when she opened the door
"Madam, the boss wants to see you " she answered formally, leaving hurriedly .
Clara's eyes flickered , why did he call for her now? Lately, she, otherself had not been out, she just didn't want to spend more time around him. If not, she was not sure what her other her will do she doesn't want to hurt anyone else .
Standing outside his room, she hesitated before stepping forward. The door was not fully closed, but she still knocked twice politely .
" Do you still have to knock on your own door before coming in?" his low but powerful voice entered her ears .
Did she hear him well ? Or did he make a mistake ? her own door ? Did he forget how he kicked her out of his bed?
She walked in and saw him sitting on the dressing table with a black sleeping rope on and wet hair. He called her there to help him dry his hair .
" Come here " he gestured to her to come closer.
Clara walked over and retrieved the hair dryer from the half-opened drawer and started drying his head. He probably called her here for this, so there was no need for him to give another order .
unknown to her, she actually subconsciously took out that dryer from the bedside drawer .
Some habits are indeed a very scary thing to have .
Although the hair dryer was designed to blow-dry silently, there was still a buzzing sound in the room .
Through the mirror, Xavier watched the woman who seemed to be dedicated to her work with interest .
" You!.." Clara panicked when he suddenly reached out and pulled her thin waist into an embrace, resting his head on her b**st
" Continue" he said, hugging her tightly, his lips curved into a smile that didn't that didn't reach his eyes , he breath in her refreshing scent .
Light flickered in her eyes. How would she continue like that?
" Done! " she immediately announced. She quickly ran her fingers in his hair, she was very desperate to back off already as he placed his hand on her stomach .
Xavier let her go just as she hoped he would and childishly pointed to his left leg without saying anything. Seeing that a blush immediately crept into her cheeks , she gnashed her teeth pretending she didn't see anything
' geez did he know how cute he looks just now? ' she thought, but instead she said
"I am through already. Since there's nothing else, I will be going to sleep. I need to go to work tomorrow. "
" Who asked you to dry my hair? I'm yet to tell you why I need you. " Xavier's voice sounded unusually unique this time .
Clara quickly lifted her head, glaring at the man before her .
What!! Did he call her here to dry his hair ? But he actually didn't say so. Then what did he think about her actions just now ? Dear God!! Please let him not think that she wanted to please him , but he liked teasing her. He should have said something earlier. She felt like running into the bathroom and taking a bowl of water and emptying everything on her head , because that was the only thing that could actually calm her down right now. Meanwhile, he was busy enjoying all her changes of expression in the large mirror. He was sure that he would have lashed out at him if she could .
" Then why did you want to see me ? " She hated herself for acting more and more stupid in front of him .
Xavier was still silently pointing at his left leg , looking at her profoundly.
This time Clara blushed, she felt her ears burn
Did he still want her to perform her duty as a wife? Didn't he say that she was dirty and not worth sharing the same bed with him?
" I...mm.. It's inconvenient for me ." she lowered her head and lied that she was having her monthly flow .
" What's inconvenient ?" he asked, looking at her, suppressing his huge laugh. Light flashed in his eyes .
'Shameless!!' He knew what she was talking about but pretended not to , she bit down on her bottom lip .
" Urm?, what's inconvenient ?" he asked again, enjoying her uneasiness, as if he was staring at a child who did something wrong. No, even a kid lies more confidently than her .
Gritting her teeth, Clara said in a mosquito's voice.
"It's my time of the month. "
He raised his brows.
"What does that have to do with what I want to do? "
Huh?! Nothing to do with it? Clara's face paled , was it not what she thought it was ? She was like that and he...
" Get the first aid box ." Xavier pointed at the place where she could find the box .
'What? Is he going to give me medicine?I shouldn't have used that excuse, I'm pregnant. How could I use the conceptive? she started taking a step back, preparing to run away at anytime
"The injury is on my left leg. "
He finally stopped teasing her, acting cold in front of him and expressionless. How I noticed , she was still a chicken.
As expected, Clara glared at him in surprise. She was embarrassed, but she silently breathed a sigh of relief .
He didn't mean what she thought he meant, she quickly ran to the direction he pointed at and retrieved the first aid box. He sat on the bed , arms crossed like a king, waiting for her next move. Clara moved his robe without being distracted, as if she wanted to badly see his wound. When she touched his inner thighs her face turned red but she forced herself to concentrate on his wound.
The wound was already healed but the scar was still there. It looked like he had been stabbed with a knife, since it was three cm long. Even though it was almost healed, she could still tell from the scar that it was very deep .
She lowered her head to rob the cream for him but her hair fell over, covering her face. He helped her move it, not letting it disguise her beauty.
" I heard that you broke off all relationships with your father ? " Clara froze but still replied to him.
" No, I just don't want anything to do with him ."
" Good," he replied.
Clara glanced at him , she was finally alone and he said it was good .
" I'm done. I will be leaving ." she said coldly. She made to stand up, but he pulled her into his strong arms, not letting her go .
" Did I say you could go? " he asked, pretending to act coldly towards her.
" Then what am I supposed to do again? "
" We are not divorced yet " he replied ." So you still need to take care of my needs. "
"What!" She jolted up. She didn't expect him to say that .
" Hmm..?. " He looked at her, his eyes wide open .
" It would be unfair to Glory " she said, the first words that came into her head without thinking .
" Did she tell you that ? Or are you keeping yourself for him ? " his eyes suddenly turned icy as he lifted his chin
"Don't make me unhappy, Clara, "he warned.
Remembering her unborn child, she struggled.
"No , sorry but I can't ". She was going for a check-up in two days' time and couldn't allow anything to affect her precious child .
" You can't? " He asked.
" No, you can't ". She tried to stand up, but he was too strong for her. She started tearing up
Seeing this, he let go of her and lighted a cigar and started smoking while she arranged her dress and mouthed a
"Thank you " before running out of the room..
He coldly watched the door close. He felt so lonely .
"Just give me some time to sort things out and I will get back to you.
I will show you that I am the best man you will ever dream of having. I will not only make you my wife, but also the mother of my children .
Just bear with me. I know you are a strong woman. Time is all I ask for. No one will take you away from me."
He laughed bitterly as tears kept dropping from his eyes, but he never stopped smoking. This side of him was what he never dared to show anyone, not even his--must trust aid for fear that it would be counted as weakness .
