From His Invisible Wife to the World's Icon novel Chapter 52

The night was deeply quiet, but sleep evaded her entirely.

Thinking back to that scene in the dream, she realized how many people had actually stepped up to help them during the crash.

Thinking of Wesley naturally reminded her of Xavier's trousers.

She pulled them out of the dryer, ironed them perfectly flat, and folded them into a garment bag.

She then scrubbed the apartment top to bottom. By the time she was numb with exhaustion, she had successfully distracted herself from dwelling on the past.

When dawn broke, she washed away the sweat and fatigue.

Just as she was getting ready to leave, her therapist called.

It was time for her monthly check-in.

With her departure for Silicon Valley looming and her nightmares acting up again, she really needed someone to talk to.

She planned to head over to the clinic that afternoon.

As she stepped out of her unit, the door across the hall opened.

Xavier emerged wearing the suit she had purchased for him yesterday. The tailored fit accentuated his tall, lean physique, making him look devastatingly handsome.

He looked incredible.

But she wouldn't dare voice the compliment. She simply walked over and handed him the bag. "Mr. Ford, here are your trousers. Freshly laundered."

He took them with an impassive expression.

They rode the elevator down together in silence.

In the underground garage, Wesley hurried over to meet them. "Boss, I have a family emergency and need to take a half-day off. Do you mind catching a cab?"

"Or... Ms. Sterling..." Wesley trailed off, giving her a hopeful look.

Remembering her dream from last night and Wesley's kindness during the accident, she readily agreed. "I can drop Mr. Ford off. Our offices aren't that far apart."

"Thank you so much, Ms. Sterling," Wesley said, respectfully ushering Xavier into the passenger seat.

Xavier looked downright brooding, but she was used to his dark moods by now.

Lydia drove out of the garage. The man beside her kept his eyes tightly shut, a flicker of discomfort crossing his sharp features.

They stopped at a red light.

"Mr. Ford, you look a bit pale. Are you feeling alright?" she asked, feeling a spike of tension as she studied his profile.

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