From His Invisible Wife to the World's Icon novel Chapter 136

The heavy front door of 1202 pulled open slightly.

A familiar voice broke the tension.

"Mr. Foster? What are you doing here?"

As Frederick whipped around to look at her, a gust of wind rushed past him.

With a heavy click, the door to 1201 blew completely shut.

He barely noticed. He walked straight over to Gable.

"Where is my wife?"

"Mrs. Foster hasn't come home yet," Gable said, noticing his dark scowl before adding quickly, "Oh, she must be at the hospital with Ms. Sterling."

Annoyed by the vague answer, Frederick pulled out his phone and dialed Griffin's number. "Where is my wife?"

Gable didn't even bat an eye at the hostile tone.

Griffin's voice came through the speaker. "She's at the hospital."

Confirming her location immediately eased the erratic tension in his chest. His scowl deepened. "Keep a closer eye on her."

He was furious that Griffin had failed to protect her during the chaos earlier.

"Understood, Mr. Foster." Having secured Griffin's guarantee, he hung up.

His gaze dragged over the tightly sealed door of 1201 without a second thought.

Thinking rationally, he should have known she was at the hospital.

Lydia came from a highly educated, respectable family. She had too much class to ever cheat on her husband.

How had he let Sierra's insane paranoia infect his judgment?

"Have a good night, sir," Gable said politely.

"Mm," Frederick grunted dismissively, turning toward the elevator.

Gable shot one knowing look at the closed door of 1201 before shutting herself back inside 1202.

Inside 1201.

"Yeah?" The tickle against her ear was maddening, and she answered without thinking.

After a long silence, she assumed he wasn't going to speak again.

Then came the low, dark warning. "You are not to breathe a word of this to anyone."

The crushing weight on top of her suddenly vanished.

She opened her eyes in pure shock. He was sitting next to her on the bed, looking utterly immaculate and composed. Aside from the faint sheen of sweat on his skin, it was almost as if the severely weakened man from two seconds ago had never existed.

"Get me a glass of water," he ordered, his deep, magnetic voice completely steady.

Lydia scrambled off the bed in a daze. Her body had been pinned down so hard that the sudden rush of blood made her dizzy. She stumbled, nearly collapsing, when a strong hand reached out and caught her.

The icy grip shocked her system. She immediately pulled away, stumbling out of the bedroom and into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Walking back, her mind raced. What kind of illness was this? One minute he was burning like a furnace, and the next he felt like an iceberg.

When she returned to the master bedroom, Xavier was shaking two pills out of a prescription bottle. He swallowed them dry.

She watched him tilt his head back to drink from the glass. The sharp, elegant lines of his jaw moved smoothly with his Adam's apple as he swallowed.