Suddenly, he let go of her. He met her gaze searchingly then said, “Sorry, I thought you were Jenna.”
Bam!
Those words hit Xavia hard, wounding her deeply. In the past, he had never mistaken her, except for that first meeting, and furthermore, he would never mistake her for Jenna.
To her surprise, he had actually mistaken her for Jenna!
That meant that he wanted to kiss Jenna!
Xavia initially thought that she was numb to the pain, but she was clearly wrong.
She got up quickly. “You have an upset stomach, Young Master Burton, you need to go to the hospital. Also, I really need to leave this place. I hope you’ll let me off the hook once for old times’ sake,” she said humbly.
Zivon sat up and leaned back against the couch, smiling. “Old times’ sake? Miss Lockhart, did you ever harbor feelings for me?
Xavia was stunned. ‘What did he mean by that?!’
“Didn’t you have an emotional affair with another man? That means you've never had feelings for me, right?” The man said harshly, his words filled with sarcasm and rage.
Xavia was taken aback. ‘Didn’t I say that I had no choice at that time?! Why is he still bringing it up?! Can’t he tell whether I had feelings for him or not?’
Whether it was because she felt guilty or whether it was for the sake of meeting Yulia, she eventually chose to apologize: “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said those words back then.”
“Hmph.” Zivon snorted coldly, then pulled her into his arms. “Do you think that you can solve everything with an apology? Do you think you can just do as you please without remorse because I dote on you, Xavia Lockhart?”
Xavia was silent. She had never thought of that.
“You’re ungrateful, so don’t pretend to be pitiful in front of me to try and win my sympathy.” Zivon held her tighter and demanded, “Tell me: Why did you come to Darlsbury? I’ll consider letting you go if you explain it to me. If you refuse to do so, my response will be the same as before.”
Nobody else would be able to get her out.
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