From His Invisible Wife to the World's Icon novel Chapter 154

A strange flicker of warmth blossomed in his chest.

But he immediately suppressed the feeling.

“Mr. Foster, are you coming over?”

Caleb prompted over the line.

His face returning to its usual stoic, unreadable mask, he turned away and replied into the phone, “Yes.”

The door clicked softly shut behind him.

At the subtle click, Lydia glanced over her shoulder at the door.

Feeling a frail, warm hand wrap around hers, she pulled her gaze back.

“I know you're not actually Xavier's fiancée. He found you to trick me, didn't he?” Grandma Eleanor murmured, suddenly sounding exhausted.

Caught off guard, she rushed to reassure her. “No, Grandma.”

“I really am his fiancée.”

“Truly?” Grandma Eleanor's eyes widened slightly, a bright, hopeful spark lighting up her gaze.

But the spark faded just as quickly as it appeared. Her wide eyes slowly drooped, a clear sign that her body was shutting down. Still, her voice was joyful. “Then promise me... when I'm gone, you'll stay by Xavier's side for me.”

Fighting the lump forming in her throat, Lydia nodded.

Grandma Eleanor squeezed her hand with surprising strength.

She mumbled as her eyes slid shut. “Lydie, don't ever leave him.”

Lydia gently tucked the elderly woman's hand under the covers, smoothed the blankets, and quietly stepped out of the inner room, closing the door softly behind her.

As she turned to leave the suite, her gaze swept over the sofa, and her feet instinctively paused.

Xavier Ford was in the exact same position as when she'd arrived. He was stretched out on the couch, fast asleep, his thick lashes casting dark shadows over his exhausted features.

The slightly ajar window let in a cool breeze that ruffled the stray hairs framing her face.

She picked up a throw blanket from the armchair, stepped closer, and leaned down to drape it over him, pulling it from his legs up to his chest. As she adjusted it, she noticed a file folder clutched in his elegant, long-fingered hand. Very carefully, she slipped it out of his grasp and placed it on the coffee table.

Just then, a photograph slipped out of the folder and fluttered to the floor.

After making sure the blanket was secure, she bent down to pick it up.

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