If in the past, he could guarantee that Xan wouldn't be swayed, but lately, her fickle behavior had him on edge, scared and nervous.
Why had he felt annoyed when Xan clung to him desperately in the past, even considering to cheat? If he could turn back time, he swore he wouldn't make the same mistake. Perhaps his casual dismissiveness had hurt her. From now on, he resolved to cherish and protect her, to make up for his past indifference a thousandfold.
Xanthea looked at him, his words faltering, and remembered things he had said to her in the past life.
"Xan, I don't like it when girls show their faces in public. Look at your sister, hanging out at bars and clubs all the time, what kind of impression does that give? Once we're married, you'll just stay at home and be my perfect housewife, okay?"
Typical. Once a jerk, always a jerk, playing the double standards game better than anyone.
"Sure, as long as it's what you like, I'm all for it!"
He paused for a moment, and then nodded, which somewhat surprised Xanthea.
"Dad, I might be late to Aunt's wedding anniversary the day after tomorrow. Uncle asked me to attend a cultural copyright auction. I need to pick out a script for an upcoming performance."
"I'll come too!"
"I'll come too!"
After she finished, a couple of voices chimed in together.
Xanthea's gaze swept over Matthew, her mother, and Samuel, finally settling on Ethan, "Ethan, you have the best taste; can you come with me?"
"Xan, don't you want me to stay with you?"
Matthew grabbed her arm, and she felt the strength of his grip, frowning as she tried to pull away but then saw the earnest look on his face, "You’re swamped with work."
"That stuff’s not important. I can cancel it!"
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