Though her voice was soft, the silence made her statement extremely clear… and shortly after, the Maybach came to a screeching halt, resulting in most of the items on the dashboard falling to the floor!
Following that, Zivon turned to glare at Xavia as he icily growled, “Do you even know what you’re saying?”
Shuddering as a chill ran down her spine, she knew she had stepped on a landmine. After all, she now recalled that Zivon had told her time and again that he despised being abandoned…! Though she would’ve surely attempted to remain silent in the past, these three days of suffering were sufficient to teach her that she needed to take responsibility for her actions.
With that in mind, she was just about to own up… when her stomach suddenly began grumbling. How embarrassing…!
Continuing to stare at her for a bit, Zivon eventually started the car engine again before saying in a frosty tone, “…Let’s have supper.”
The domineering way he had said that was a clear indication to Xavia to not even suggest such preposterous words… Even so… The fact that he was pretending to not have heard that made Xavia feel more uncomfortable than hurt. If she was the one who had been wronged, then she’d feel hurt, sure… But if she was the hurter, then not only would she hurt all the same, but she’d also feel guilty…
Regardless, once they arrived at a twenty-four-hour restaurant, Zivon undid his seatbelt before saying, “Stay here. I’ll go get your meal.”
Understanding that he had said that to prevent her from being recognized by the public—which would potentially cause more trouble—Xavia simply nodded. Still, it was a real pity that he was still being so considerate toward her. After all, she was sure that only disappointment would await him in the end…
It was about twenty minutes later when Zivon left the restaurant and re-entered the car with some takeaway… and the second the door closed behind him, Xavia was prompted to mutter, “…Let’s go to your studio… It’s close to this place anyway…”
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