The Moment I Stepped Into His World as the Fake Girlfriend, I Became the Real Prize novel Chapter 112

His gaze swept over the white dress shirt and black trousers the girl was wearing, and he let out a soft scoff.

"Xavier, don't yell at Elena. I'm the one who told her to put them on."

Sterling increasingly felt that his brother was acting completely unhinged tonight.

However, one thing was certain.

Xavier still despised Elena. That strange possessiveness he thought he saw earlier had just been his imagination.

"Babe, I don't think Mr. Hawthorne is in a good mood. Staying down here will only annoy him further. Let's head upstairs."

Elena couldn't wait to get away from Xavier.

With that, she made a move to stand up.

But in the next second, Sterling grabbed her wrist, stopping her.

Confused, Elena turned to the young man, only to see him rising from the sofa himself.

"Do you want your pants falling down in public again?"

Then, as he leaned down to scoop her into his arms, he muttered a low reprimand.

"Xavier, I'm taking Elena back to my room. Watch your hand, don't make it worse."

Dropping those words, the young man carried the girl toward the staircase.

As they ascended, Elena peered over Sterling's shoulder, looking back at the sofa below.

Sure enough, the man on the couch was looking up, staring at her without blinking.

When their eyes met, she offered him a slight, tantalizing smirk.

In an instant, a dense, suffocating danger swirled in the man's bottomless eyes.

"Mr. Hawthorne, please loosen your grip so I can bandage..."

"Get out!"

Dr. Leigh was completely oblivious to the silent, turbulent undercurrents between Xavier and Elena.

He had taken out some gauze and was about to treat the injury, only to be met with a sudden, aggressive refusal.

Dr. Leigh had heard whispers of the second son's volatile temper.

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