"Nothing much, it was off and on so I didn't catch it all. Just bits and pieces, so I wanted to hear your side of the story."
As Matthew spoke, he swept a glance downstairs; with a pleading look, he asked, "Is that okay, Xan?"
"Alright."
Xanthea's eyes flickered as she searched her mind for the right words. No matter what, she had to smooth over last night's conversation perfectly - no suspicions from his side, no flaws in her plan for revenge!
"Really?" Matthew's face lit up with excitement, "That's great; let's go!"
"Ms. Marlowe, I appreciate your apology, but I have an urgent matter today and can't stay for lunch, sorry."
As Xanthea and Matthew descended the stairs, they brushed past Orion.
"Xanthea!" Leonard called out to her, puzzled by her sudden change of heart, "You're not staying? This breakfast is..."
"Sorry, Leo, I'll pay you for the dress, and about the meal, I'll treat you to dinner next time, I promise. I owe you a proper apology."
"Ms. Nightshade."
Cedric stepped forward, and Xanthea nodded at him, "Goodbye!"
"Ms. Nightshade."
How could she just leave like that? Cedric watched the man beside him, who couldn't take his eyes off her departing figure. His gaze was darkened, his face pale without a trace of color.
Last night, the boss had stayed by Ms. Nightshade's bedside, caring for her through the night without a wink of sleep. At dawn, he ordered someone to prepare a hangover cure and clothes, and had personally cooked an elaborate breakfast, even going as far as to procure the seafood sea urchin from Everglade, spending two hours meticulously cooking this special dish, his hands even injured in the process.
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