From His Invisible Wife to the World's Icon novel Chapter 35

Xavier stood at the door, his eyes dark and unreadable as his thumb traced the rim of the porcelain cup...

She returned to her mother's room and told Julian to go home, shower, and get a good night's rest. He could come back in the morning.

The nurse stayed in the room with her mother, while Lydia rested in the adjacent lounge.

She opened her laptop, recalling her mentor's lecture. She extracted the key points, drafted her own suggestions, and emailed them to Harrison. While waiting for his reply, her mind inevitably drifted back to what had just happened.

If he found out he had drank from her cup... how disgusted would he be?

From now on, she should try not to be alone with him.

After all, he was a powerful boss. Offending him by accident wouldn't be good.

Harrison replied quickly, praising her insights and offering a few words of comfort regarding what had happened that afternoon.

She pulled the bright red marriage certificate out of her purse. Opening it, her fingertips brushed over the photo. In the picture with a red background, they were both wearing white dress shirts. She was leaning gently against him, feeling the rise and fall of his chest. His face held no emotion, but his arm was loosely wrapped around her.

Back then, it wasn't just gratitude for saving her life; she genuinely felt his love. That was why she had thrown herself into the marriage like a moth to a flame.

After the wedding, they had enjoyed a period of sweetness. He would kiss her forehead before leaving for work, and when he came home, he would wrap his arms around her waist from behind. At night, they would share passionate moments, their foreheads resting together as they caught their breath.

She thought they would be happy like that forever.

But one day, everything changed. He stopped letting her tie his ties, stopped eating the breakfast she made, and started traveling constantly for work... She desperately wanted to get pregnant to mend their relationship, but a baby never came. The cracks grew wider and deeper. He grew colder and colder, eventually leading to his infidelity.

This... was where their story ended.

She closed the marriage certificate, tucked it back into her purse, and quietly waited for tomorrow.

The laptop slid from her lap, and her head slumped over the armrest of the sofa. Exhaustion washed over her, and she drifted into darkness...

A warm, sticky sensation trailed from the corner of her eye down to her lips. Hot breath brushed against the fine fuzz on her cheeks. It tickled, so much...

She opened her groggy eyes, and her vision was immediately filled with a pair of pitch-black irises.

Realizing that the warm, damp sensation had been his kiss, and that his lips had now moved down to her chin, the faint scent of gardenia cologne hit her nose. Her eyes shot wide open. She pushed hard against his shoulders, but his muscular frame didn't budge an inch. "Fred... let me go!"

She had just woken up, so her voice was soft, sounding more like a lover's murmur.

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