Transmigrated: I Became My Nemesis's Woman novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82: He’s my guest

Sal felt the temperature drop so suddenly that a chill ran down his spine.

Eh? Why does it suddenly feel so cold? he wondered.

Before he could make sense of it, Ivy abruptly yanked him aside. He stumbled again, his back hitting the wall.

"Hey, why would you do that?" he complained, rubbing his shoulder. But when Ivy sharply gestured for him to stay quiet, his confusion turned into unease.

Following her gaze, he looked toward the door and his entire body went rigid.

When did he even get here? Panic surged through him as his eyes landed on Xander, who stood at the doorway with a deadpan expression that made Sal’s heart nearly stop.

Moments ago, Sal had been too happy, too caught up in everything to notice his surroundings. But now, all he could see was the grim reaper himself—arms crossed, eyes cold and piercing, as if they could burn holes straight through him.

Is he going to kill me or something? Sal thought, swallowing hard as he turned to Ivy for help. But the moment he met her eyes, his own widened in shock.

It wasn’t just him. She was just as terrified and if that wasn’t enough, Ivy suddenly started laughing. Not a normal laugh, but one that teetered on the edge of panic, like she was seconds away from losing it.

Hahaha....

Before he even realized what he was doing, Sal joined in, laughter spilling out of him just as uncontrollably. The two of them stood there, laughing like they had both lost their sanity—like it was the only way to escape the suffocating tension closing in around them.

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The living hall of the guest house felt suffocatingly silent, neither of them daring to speak. As Xander stood watching over them, Ivy and Sal exchanged a quick glance before Sal’s eyes flickered toward the guards he had tricked earlier.

"Ahem—" he cleared his throat, forcing a strained smile.

"You’re mistaken, Mr. Emerson. I wasn’t running away. I was simply checking whether these guards were capable... and trust me, they failed." His expression shifted from playful to stern as he turned to the two guards.

"You two—how could you let your guard down so easily?" he scolded.

The guards, however, responded with cold, deadly glares that made Sal instantly swallow the rest of his words.

Ivy stared at him in disbelief. This idiot... has he lost his mind? Does he have a death wish?

She knew exactly what Sal had been trying to do—escape. He had nearly succeeded in fooling the guards too, and if she hadn’t arrived in time, he would have disappeared.

She had taken a risk coming clean to him, telling him the truth—that she was Raven, that her soul was trapped in Ivy’s body. After all the arguing and disbelief, he had finally accepted it.

But now, because of his reckless mistake, everything was on the verge of falling apart.

I have to do something, she told herself.

Turning, she faced Xander, who had remained silent the entire time.

"Mr. Emerson, you didn’t answer me... why are you here?" she asked.

This time, Xander finally looked at her.

For a brief moment, he said nothing. But something in his gaze softened—just slightly—and Ivy felt an unfamiliar ripple pass through her.

"I came looking for you."

Ivy blinked, caught off guard.

"Me?" she asked, pressing a hand against her chest.

"Hm."

She frowned faintly. She had assumed that once they returned home, Xander would bury himself in work like he always did, locked away in his study. That was his routine—distant, occupied, untouchable.

But now...

"Why would you come looking for me?" she asked, uncertainty creeping into her voice.

Xander, however, fell silent again, his expression unreadable as he seemed to weigh his words carefully—almost as if he himself wasn’t sure what he was about to say.

His silence stretched, heavy and deliberate, as if every word he might say had to be chosen with care and Ivy felt her chest tighten.

Why is he hesitating...?

For a man like him—cold, decisive, always in control—this pause felt... wrong.

"I—" Xander started, then stopped, his jaw tightening slightly. His gaze flickered away for the briefest second before returning to her.

"I noticed you weren’t in your room" he said finally, his tone even, but quieter than before. "You left without informing anyone."

There was no accusation in his voice, yet the weight of his words settled heavily in the room.

Ivy blinked.

Out of all the reasons she had imagined... this wasn’t one of them.

"So you came all the way here just because I wasn’t in my room?" she asked, disbelief slipping through despite herself.

Xander didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, his eyes lingered on her, as if checking, confirming something only he understood.

Sal, who had been standing awkwardly to the side, glanced between the two of them, his instincts screaming that he was witnessing something he absolutely should not be involved in.

Yep... I’m definitely going to die today, he thought grimly.

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