From His Invisible Wife to the World's Icon novel Chapter 132

Realizing she had walked right into Sierra's trap, Lydia grabbed Xavier's hand and tried to slip out the door. But the moment she pulled it open a crack, she spotted Frederick Foster's unmistakable silhouette. Terrified, she went to let go of the door, only for a powerful grip to clamp down on her hand.

She was yanked back against Xavier. The man's face was completely unreadable. "What are you doing?" she mumbled, her voice tinged with annoyance.

Xavier looked displeased. He let go of her hand, shrugged off his trench coat, and draped it over her trembling shoulders.

Only then did she realize her white slip dress was entirely sheer from the ice water. Her shivering frame instantly welcomed the warmth of the heavy coat. The crisp, clean scent of cedarwood—uniquely his—wrapped around her, stirring a strange flutter in her chest.

Xavier reached out to push the door open.

The footsteps outside were practically at the threshold.

She desperately grabbed his strong wrist and immediately threw the deadbolt, locking them inside.

"Why is it locked?"

"Frederick, she's definitely hiding something in there!"

Sierra's voice, laced with malicious excitement, bled through the wood. "Someone break this door down."

The pounding started instantly. Panic surged through Lydia. Her eyes darted around and landed on the small window above. "We're on the ground floor. Let's climb out the window."

When Xavier didn't move, she urgently tugged on his arm.

He simply brushed her hand away.

"What exactly do we have to hide?"

A dangerous chill rolled off Xavier. His handsome features tightened with quiet fury.

Lydia was at a loss for words.

They were innocent. They hadn't done anything scandalous.

But he had explicitly told her he didn't want to be dragged into any messy gossip. If they were caught in this cramped stall together, it would ignite a massive media firestorm.

Taking her silence as an answer, Xavier turned to unlock the door.

She grabbed his hand. "If we walk out there now, it'll ruin your reputation."

The man froze in place. His large hand flipped over, pinning her wrist. "Are you worried about my reputation, or are you terrified your husband will misunderstand?"

He yanked her flush against him.

Her panicked gaze clashed with his deep, fathomless dark eyes. A dangerous fire burned in their depths, a simmering rage pushing past its breaking point.

A tremor of genuine fear shot through her.

Suddenly, a loud bang shattered the tension.

The outer bathroom door had been forced open.

"Frederick, hurry up..."

Hearing Sierra's voice, Lydia instinctively pressed her hand against Xavier's chest, trying to push him away so things wouldn't look completely compromising.

His large hand instantly caught hers.

He leaned in, his imposing frame crowding her against the wall.

A gasp caught in her throat as his arm locked around her waist. He lifted her clean off the ground. Her heels stepped squarely onto his expensive leather shoes. As he took a commanding step backward, she was seamlessly dragged into the darkest corner of the stall.

Pitch blackness swallowed them whole.

The man's hot, shallow breaths ghosted against her ear. And then...

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