From His Invisible Wife to the World's Icon novel Chapter 75

Stepping out of the law firm.

She stood alone under the awning, watching the endless stream of traffic cut through the rain. Suddenly, she felt like she had nowhere to go.

She had already taken two days off from the research institute.

Tomorrow was the day her mother and Julian were getting their marriage license.

Getting back into her car, she dialed Joanna's number. "Joanna, are you free?"

"Lydia, I have a blind date this afternoon."

"A blind date?"

Hearing the news, she couldn't help but feel happy for her friend.

Joanna had finally moved on from her first love.

They were both heading toward a bright future.

"I'll be waiting to hear all the good news."

Joanna let out a light laugh. "I'll give you all the details later."

"Okay, I'll wait for you at The Pulse."

She drove to The Pulse.

The Pulse was Averton's most exclusive private club, fully equipped with bars, lounges, and all sorts of entertainment facilities, not to mention top-tier security.

"Mrs. Foster?" the bartender called out.

Lydia gave a faint nod. "I'll take a drink."

She wasn't a regular here, but back when things were good with Frederick, she would frequently come here late at night to pick him up.

After enough drop-ins, she had become a familiar face.

"Will champagne work?"

"Yes."

The bar didn't officially open until nine, so it was currently empty.

To her surprise, she spotted an incredibly distinguished Xavier tucked away in a semi-circular corner booth. He was surrounded by a group of tough, sharply dressed men, all sporting the same military haircut, constantly raising their glasses to toast him.

Wesley stood off to the side, wearing a rather strained smile.

The bartender slid her drink across the counter, and she looked away.

"Another one."

For the sake of having a healthy baby, she hadn't touched a drop of alcohol in two years.

"Should I walk you to the lounge?"

Getting no response, she leaned over and lightly tapped his arm.

The man forced his heavy eyelids open. When he saw it was her, his gaze darkened. "I don't need your help."

His voice was pure ice. He pushed off the sofa and stood up.

With his towering, broad physique suddenly snapping upright, she couldn't dodge in time. The tip of her nose brushed against his warm chest.

A clean, masculine scent mixed with the heavy aroma of liquor hit her instantly. The immense, overpowering dominance radiating from the man left her with the sudden illusion of being completely swallowed up. She stumbled a step back, her face flushing with embarrassment.

The man shot her a glance and started walking out.

Gathering herself, Lydia noticed Xavier's steps weren't as steady as usual. As much as she didn't want to get on his nerves, Wesley had explicitly asked for her help, so she followed him.

Xavier stepped into the elevator, and the doors began to slowly close.

She hurried forward. "Wait."

Seeing the gap rapidly shrinking, she debated stopping to wait for the next car. But her foot slipped, and her body launched forward.

Panic contorted her face.

The man leaning against the elevator wall instantly snapped to high alert. He stepped forward, wrapping one arm firmly around her waist while using his other hand to cradle the back of her head, pulling her safely into the elevator.