From His Invisible Wife to the World's Icon novel Chapter 42

In the backseat of the black Bentley.

Every time she ran into Xavier Ford, she was a total mess.

She felt mortified.

"Mr. Ford, thank you so much for the ride."

It was a blessing she had run into them. It was the middle of the night in an exclusive hillside neighborhood where getting a cab was impossible. She wouldn't have known how to get back.

Suddenly, the car hit a violent bump.

"Ah..."

Her ankle jostled, and she cried out, her brow furrowing in pain as she instinctively grabbed onto something warm.

When she gathered her senses, she realized she was gripping the man's hand resting on the leather seat. She met his deep, enigmatic eyes and hastily let go in a panic.

Wesley West seemed startled. "Ms. Sterling, are you alright?"

"I..." She was in so much pain she could barely speak. "Could you please drop me off at the nearest hospital?"

Wesley looked at Xavier through the rearview mirror. Receiving a nod of approval, he replied, "Sit tight, the road down the mountain is a bit rough."

"Okay..."

As soon as the words left her mouth, the car sped up.

She was already battered and bruised, her ankle screaming in agony without any strength to anchor herself. With the heavy bouncing of the car, she was thrown directly into the man's chest. The impact brought tears to her eyes, and through her blurred vision, she looked up at his sharply chiseled jawline.

"Mr... Ford... I didn't mean to..."

But the car was accelerating, and she couldn't find the leverage to pull herself away.

A large hand wrapped around her waist.

She exhaled a sigh of relief, expecting him to push her back onto her seat. Instead, the hand on her lower back suddenly applied pressure, pulling her flush against his chest. They were intimately entangled.

His freezing fingers tilted her face up, forcing her to meet his intense, somber gaze.

"Ms. Sterling, this is the second time."

"Don't push it."

The anger and warning in his dark eyes ripped her dignity to shreds. A flushed, embarrassed pink stained her pale face.

"No..." She was a little angry now, but realizing she had practically thrown herself at him, she suppressed her temper and explained, "My ankle is in excruciating pain. I couldn't sit upright. I'm not trying to throw myself at you."

"Please don't misunderstand."

"I have a husband..."

Even though he was clearly an elite billionaire, and even though she was leaving Frederick, Frederick was still a top-tier man. She wasn't the type to jump from one bed to another!

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