Transmigrated: I Became My Nemesis's Woman novel Chapter 14

Chapter 14: Did she just...turn me on?

"Hah! Why would I feel uncomfortable?" Ivy scoffed, trying to avoid looking at Xander.

But when she noticed his eyes hadn’t left her—not even for a second—she suddenly felt heat rush through her.

Why am I feeling so hot?

She cleared her throat, quickly looking away as she mentally fanned herself.

"Then that’s fine," Xander said, his voice calm, pulling her attention back to him. "I wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable... especially not in front of Leo."

This time, he leaned back, stretching one arm over the headrest while crossing one leg over the other—composed, dominant, almost regal.

Ivy had never really observed men unless they were her targets.

But now, looking at Xander, she couldn’t help but notice the undeniable aura he carried—paired with a face that could easily rival any model.

"Now that you’ve agreed to the deal your mother made with me," Xander continued smoothly, "I’m sure you understand what is expected of you."

Ivy frowned the moment he finished speaking.

Xander noticed it instantly.

A part of him was still curious about what had gotten into her. The way she had fought his men when they tried to take Leo back home...

And, of course, her performance at the hospital.

It wasn’t every day someone woke up from a coma and immediately tried to sneak out—while threatening a doctor in the process.

During the days Ivy had been unconscious, Xander had looked into her background more thoroughly. Everything matched what she had told him when she first claimed to be Leo’s mother.

And yet... the woman sitting in front of him now felt different from the one he had met before.

Which made him wonder— Had the bullet changed her? Or... was this who she had been all along?

Ivy blinked, quickly pulling herself out of her thoughts.

"About that... why would you make me sign a deal when you could simply keep me close? I already told you—I’m Leo’s mother," she asked without hesitation.

She knew Xander didn’t truly believe her. Otherwise, why would he have kept her existence from Leo?

But what he said next made her stare at him in disbelief.

"Because I don’t trust you, Ivy."

His words were clear, blunt—he didn’t even try to soften them.

Even though she had proof to support her claim, the circumstances surrounding her sudden appearance—and the attack that followed, where she ended up getting shot—made it difficult for him to believe her completely.

"But that doesn’t mean I can’t keep you close," Xander continued, his gaze steady. "Not when you suddenly decide to show up after all these years."

His tone carried something deeper—something unreadable.

Xander had long buried the memory of that night. The night his grandfather had forced his hand, determined to prove that his grandson wasn’t uninterested in women.

The method had been twisted.

His drink had been spiked.

Xander had always prided himself on his self-control—on the fact that very little could affect him, let alone stir desire.

But that night had been different.

For the first time, he had felt something he couldn’t fully control—drawn to the woman he had spent the night with.

And yet...

There had been one problem.

Even after everything, he had never seen her face clearly.

Which meant— the woman sitting in front of him now could either be telling the truth... or be the biggest lie he had ever let into his life.

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