From His Invisible Wife to the World's Icon novel Chapter 159

“I'll be right there!” Lydia practically gasped into the phone.

“I'll wait for you by the entrance.”

For whatever reason, Xavier's voice sounded surprisingly gentle at that moment.

Ignoring Charles's demands, she hung up the phone and wove through the stalled traffic, heading straight for The Beacon Tower.

She quickly dialed another number.

It was answered on the first ring.

“Daniel, Charles Foster found out about the divorce.”

“He's holding my settlement papers hostage. He threatened to report you and your contact to the authorities.”

“What do I do?” She refused to surrender to Charles, but the thought of destroying Daniel's life was unthinkable.

Panting heavily as she reached the entrance to The Beacon Tower, she spotted the towering, broad-shouldered man waiting for her.

Across the street, Xavier's eyes locked onto her.

He was dressed immaculately today in a bespoke black suit over a pristine white shirt and dark tie. Clipped perfectly to the silk was the elegant tie bar she had given him.

A strange flutter rippled through her heart.

It suited him perfectly. The sharp, hyper-formal attire made him look absolutely radiant, exuding a staggering sense of power and aristocracy.

As he stared across the pavement, his brow suddenly furrowed, his gaze locking onto her forehead.

She belatedly reached up to wipe at the blood still trickling from her hairline. She was about to shout out that she was fine, but he suddenly began striding right toward her.

“It's a red light!” she shrieked in panic.

But as if commanded by some invisible force, the oncoming traffic slammed to a perfectly synchronized halt before the crosswalk, parting like the Red Sea to let him pass.

A bizarre, intoxicating thrill spiked through her chest.

Just then, Daniel's voice crackled through the phone in her hand. “Lydia, I am so sorry...”

As she listened to his panicked explanation, the light died in her eyes, though she kept her gaze fixed firmly on Xavier until he was safely standing right in front of her.

Behind him, the sea of traffic roared back to life.

She tilted her head back, staring up into his breathtakingly perfect face.

His abyss-like eyes were swirling with turbulent, chaotic emotions, as if he had a million words he desperately needed to tell her.

But a fraction of a second later, the storm vanished, leaving nothing but an impenetrable, chilling void.

“Where are you going?” Xavier asked. His tone was strangely soothing, entirely lacking its usual icy edge.

“You can't go anywhere these next few days. Do you remember?”

The insane idea to beg him for help flared in her mind again.

But what right did she have to ask? Why would he agree to declare war on a titan like the Foster family for her?

His reminder grounded her—their entire dynamic was nothing more than a temporary business transaction.

The only reason he was being kind to her was because Grandma Eleanor was dying.

“I know,” Lydia murmured softly. “I promise I'll be back whenever you need me to put on the act.”

Charles had almost reached them.

Not wanting Xavier to witness the pathetic reality of her life, she gently twisted her wrist in his grip.