Returning with Triple Treasures: My CEO Husband Is Obsessed novel Chapter 155

Chapter 155 Trapped in the Elevator

She stopped herself and replaced it with another word. “Pathetic ”

“You think I’m pathetic?”

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Xavier fixed his gaze on Isabella, eyes practically sparking with irritation. Was she really taking a shot at him now- saying he looked weak and miserable after what went down with Linda?

“Aren’t you? The great Xavier Moore, brought down to this by Linda. You might as well have just slept with her.”

Watching his annoyed expression, Isabella decided to push a little further.

Xavier was so mad he actually let out a sharp laugh. In one swift move, he hooked an arm around her neck and pulled her firmly against his chest.

Isabella stumbled backward, and his other hand caught her thigh. Smoothly, he lifted her, turning her around until she was straddling him, pinned against the corner of the elevator.

“Isabella,” he said, his voice low and rough, “the drugs haven’t worn off yet.

“I don’t want Linda. But you… I could take you right here.”

His face was inches from hers, his breath still fever–hot.

Isabella’s throat tightened. Damn. Maybe she’d gone too far.

“Xavier, we’re in an elevator. There are cameras. People could walk in any second.”

“You’re my wife. Let them watch–it’ll give them something to talk about.”

He bit her earlobe as he spoke, then crashed his lips against hers.

Isabella felt her control slip away. Even in this state, he was pure animal instinct.

“Xavier, stop!”

She turned her face away, dodging his kisses, her composure completely shattered–looking every bit as pathetic as he had earlier.

But before she could struggle in earnest, Xavier set her back on her feet.

His face was still flushed, but his eyes held a sly, amused glint.

“Stop what? What exactly did you think I was going to do?”

This man… was just playing with her.

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Chapter 155 Trapped in the Elevator

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Seeing her so flustered, Xavier let a smirk spread across his face, not even trying to hide it. He was making a point: when things got messy she could be just as ridiculous as he was.

“Xavier…”

Just as Isabella was about to explode, the elevator doors slid open.

Amelia was already waiting in the lobby.

When she saw them step out–clothes rumpled, hair slightly disheveled–her expression shifted almost imperceptibly.

“Mr. Moore, Mrs. Moore…”

Xavier walked out first. His steps were slow but deliberate as he moved past Amelia without a glance.

Isabella followed, quickly smoothing down her hair and straightening her blouse, acting as if nothing had happened.

Xavier went straight to Isabella’s car. By the time Amelia caught up, he was already inside, the door closed firmly behind him.

Isabella turned to Amelia. “Thanks for your help tonight. You can head home now.”

“Of course. Mr. Moore is my boss–I just wanted to make sure he was okay.”

Amelia offered a polished, professional smile.

“But… is Mr. Moore feeling all right? He didn’t look like himself. Does he usually have trouble with alcohol? Would you like me to come with you to the hospital?”

“You’re very observant,” Isabella replied mildly. “You noticed something was off with Xavier that quickly?”

Amelia’s expression tightened slightly. “Mrs. Moore, I was just concerned about Mr. Moore. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“I know.”

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Isabella gave a faint smile, patted Amelia lightly on the shoulder, and slipped into the driver’s seat.

Amelia nodded quickly. “Drive safely, Mrs. Moore.”

Isabella didn’t answer, just waved casually before pulling the door shut.

As Isabella’s car pulled away from the curb, Amelia’s smile faded, her lips pressing into a thin line.

Her phone buzzed. She answered as she slid back into her own car.

“Linda.”

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