From His Invisible Wife to the World's Icon novel Chapter 93

Her vision blurred. Suddenly, her foot slipped off the curb, and she pitched forward right into the driveway.

The blaring horn of a speeding sports car pierced the air.

She squeezed her eyes shut in terror. The next second, a powerful arm wrapped tightly around her waist, yanking her back against a rock-solid chest. Her phone flew out of her hand.

The sports car roared past, its tires crushing her phone into a million shattered pieces.

Shocked, she clawed wildly at the arm around her waist. "Let me go!"

"My phone!"

Frederick's infidelity—the proof was gone!

By the time she looked up, the Rolls Royce's window was up, and the car was smoothly pulling out of the garage.

Lydia spun around, freezing when she saw Xavier. Then, a fresh wave of panic and fury hit her, and she shoved at him. "Let me go! Why are you grabbing me?!"

All the pent-up grief and frustration came spilling out. "Who is it this time? Who are you trying to hold onto?!"

"Say that again," his voice dropped to a dangerous, freezing octave.

Tears pricked her eyes.

Every time, it seemed like she was the one pulling away, yet he was always the one stepping in. Some of his actions crossed the lines of being just a colleague or a friend.

Hell, they weren't even colleagues or friends.

Last night, the way he had reacted when he held her...

He always acted so aloof, but clearly, he...

Lydia fell silent for a agonizing moment, then wiped her tears. "I'm sorry. I was out of line. Mr. Ford, can you let me go now? I need to get my phone."

After a tense standoff, he released her. But instead of letting her step into the road, he pushed her gently backward. Then, he strode right into the oncoming traffic to retrieve her phone.

The moment he stepped off the curb, the roaring sports cars slammed on their brakes, waiting in absolute, unified silence for him to finish. It wasn't until he slowly walked back up the steps that they dared to drive away.

He held out the mangled, destroyed device.

Lydia reached out, her trembling fingers brushing against the cracked screen.

Just then, Wesley pulled up in the Bentley. He hopped out and opened the rear door for his boss.

Radiating a suffocating chill, Xavier climbed into the backseat without a word.

Wesley turned to her. "Ms. Sterling, our company's IT department has some of the best recovery specialists in the country. Fixing a phone is nothing for them. Do you want me to take it?"

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