Xavia was going to leave. She was going to turn around and leave.
“Xavia Lockhart, don’t you think we should talk?” Jenna suddenly spoke.
In fact, the tone of her voice was not very friendly.
Xavia frowned. She did not anger her today, right? She had also explained that their coincidental encounter was because she was there first, and now she wanted to talk? What was there to talk about?
She did not want to hear her bragging about how good her relationship with Zivon was or how loving they were last night, and she did not want to get mad because of her anymore.
So she said, “There’s nothing for us to talk about. I still have work. So, goodbye.”
“Really? Are you sure we don’t need to talk about your daughter?” asked Jenna softly and profoundly.
Xavia took a step forward and stopped. Her tiny figure stiffened.
The next second, gritting her teeth with certainty, she said, “My daughter has nothing to do with you, and we don’t have to talk.”
After saying those words, she made an effort to walk away. She did not want to be exposed.
However, what she did not expect was what Jenna said next. “Stop pretending. I know Yulia’s your child!”
That sentence flew through the air like a nuclear plant explosion.
Xavia was startled as her face turned pale.
Did she know?
How did she know?
Jenna looked at her dumbfounded back and sneered. “So, can we talk now?”
At a coffee shop.
It was decorated in an industrial and minimalistic style.
The air was filled with elegant and nice music, pulling the city’s fast-paced life into a slow and romantic one.
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