Pregnant and Favored: See You in the Morning, Young Master novel Chapter 367

Fiona herself was overjoyed to hear that, and she quickly replied, “…Well, alright then, Brother Zivon! Guess I’ll be troubling you to take care of Brother Zivon tonight, Miss Lockhart!”

With how smug Fiona looked, it was almost as though she was saying, ‘Hah! Look how much Brother Zivon cares for me!’

Following that, Fiona then strode off, leaving Xavia feeling like there was a massive stone weighing down her heart… Honestly, it felt suffocating…

After a long silence, Zivon—who could see that Xavia wasn’t about to budge from her spot anytime soon—snorted before coldly saying, “So… You know how to show concern when Keith returns, yet you remain cold and indifferent to me when I’m ill?”

Naturally, this startled Xavia. When on earth had she shown concern for Keith? Aside from that, he had Miss Squire to worry about him, did he not? Why did he still need her to care for him?

Regardless, Xavia refrained from sassily snapping back. For one, she didn’t want to get involved with any further contradictions with him. Aside from that, she was also worried that they were being monitored.

With that in mind, she simply took a step forward before replying, “You’re overthinking things. I simply greeted him casually earlier. Putting that aside, I was almost in tears the second I found out how ill you were, you know? Why else would I have rushed home to make porridge for you before coming back here?”

Upon hearing that, a dark glint was momentarily reflected in Zivon’s eyes, making it evident that he understood the underlying meaning behind Xavia’s words. Following that, his cold aura slowly dissipated as he said, “…Either way, come on over and start feeding me the porridge…”

…Feed? What was he, a baby? Was he keeping her here just so that he could continue torturing her?! Still, she knew for a fact that Jenna would’ve happily done so. Since she was assuming her identity, Xavia didn’t really have a choice.

With that, she miserably forced on a smile before muttering, “…Of course…”

Following that, she placed the porridge she made to the side before picking Fiona’s porridge up. Before she could even get the spoon, however, Zivon said in a commanding tone, “Feed me your porridge.”

Frowning slightly when she heard that, the surprised Xavia replied, “…Didn’t she say that the medicinal porridge would do you good…?”