The Stolen Heiress: The Billionaires’ Little Star novel Chapter 4

Xavier's mouth twitched. Let alone drink water, he didn't even want to step foot into this miserable shack.

But as the words of refusal rose to his tongue, he met Daisy's bright, clear eyes and swallowed them back down.-

"Well, she's home now. How about we head back?" a staff member suggested cautiously.

If the guy hadn't said anything, it might have been fine. But the moment he spoke, Xavier's rebellious streak flared back to life.

Placing a hand firmly on Daisy's back, Xavier pushed her forward. "Let's go. We're going inside."

Daisy walked carefully through the wind and rain, while Xavier took one long stride and accidentally crushed the threshold of her house.

The already dilapidated shack just got a little more dilapidated.

Xavier: "..."

"Don't worry," he muttered, "I'll pay you for it."

Before his voice even faded, a furious string of curses echoed from inside, spoken in a heavy local dialect. "You little tramp, you're only coming back now? Are you trying to freeze your grandpa to death?"

The speaker's accent was so thick and his voice so phlegmy that the words slurred together.

Xavier didn't understand a single syllable.

Daisy understood perfectly. She just gave a soft sniffle, then stepped over the broken threshold and jogged over to light the firewood.

She scooped water from a large vat, poured it into the pot, and propped two potatoes on a rack above it. This way, when the water boiled, she'd have hot water to drink and the potatoes would be cooked enough to eat.

Xavier followed her inside and asked, "Who's that?"

"It's Grandpa," Daisy replied.

Xavier frowned. *Why did he sound so vicious?*

"What is this thing?" Xavier asked, his gaze shifting around the room.

Daisy answered him while tending to the fire, "I'm boiling water."

Xavier pointed at the shapeless mound of dirt. "No, I mean, what is this actual thing?"

"It's the stove."

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