“How can you not go to the hospital? Weren’t you-“
Before Yvette could finish her sentence, Xavier covered her lips and eagerly began undressing her. He was certain that he wasn’t acting this way just because of the drug’s effects. “Xavier, don’t…”
Yvette tried to resist, but Xavier held her firmly. She couldn’t help feeling puzzled when she noticed a faint metallic taste in his mouth.
“Your mouth…”
“I bit my tongue to control myself,” Xavier explained with a strained voice.
Before Yvette could respond, he lifted her. The towel he wore fell off, revealing his body, which had turned red from the cold water. She was momentarily stunned when she saw him. Xavier took advantage of the situation and pressed her down.
…
The following morning, Yvette slowly opened her eyes and saw the scattered clothes on the floor. She turned her head and found herself in Xavier’s arms.
Despite her refusals the previous night, Xavier had been relentless, acting as though he’d been possessed. Despite all the struggle, thankfully, her baby wasn’t affected.
Noticing Yvette waking up, Xavier slowly opened his eyes. Although he couldn’t see her, he could feel her close to him. “Yvvy, Yvvy…” he repeatedly called her name, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
Yvette thought about what happened last night and Jeremiah’s words. She said, “Xavier, tell me the truth. Have you recovered your memory? And was everything about owing a lot of money just a lie?” Xavier was taken aback. “Who told you?”
“Don’t worry about who told me. Just tell me if it’s true.”
At this point, Xavier wasn’t foolish enough to keep lying. “Yes, it’s true.”
Yvette’s anger flared up instantly. Seeing Xavier’s condition last night and his claim that Daphne had been sent by Jeremiah, Yvette thought Jeremiah had been deceiving Ker. But now she realized it was true.
“Why did you lie to me?”
“Would you have stayed if I hadn’t lied?” Xavier retorted, holding her tightly. If I were just blind but had my memory and money, would you still be willing to take care of me?”
Yvette remained silent. Xavier’s eyes reddened. He was afraid she would file for divorce again. “Let’s not divorce, please?” he added. Yvette didn’t know how to answer him.
Xavier felt a surge of fear when he didn’t get her answer. He tightened his grip on her hand.
“Even though I’ve regained my memory, I will still honor everything I’ve said. Let’s pretend I had amnesia We’ll start over. I promise not to harm Noah and Zac. I’ve also had someone look into Claude’s situation. He’s fine; he won’t die.”
Yvette listened silently with a conflicted look in her eyes. “Can we really start over?”
“Of course.” Xavier leaned in to kiss her.
Yvette still found it hard to believe him. After all, people who had been hurt often weighed their choices carefully, afraid of repeating the past.
“I need some time to think. Is that okay?”
“Sure.” Xavier agreed, but in his view, no matter how Yvette considered it, there was only one choice-staying by his side.
Yvette found it difficult to process all the sudden information and pushed him away.
At this time, the media, who were supposed to be outside, didn’t dare to come because of Mark’s arrangements.
In the morning, Jeremiah didn’t see any news but received a message from Mark.
“Mr. Jeremiah, Mr. Xavier asked me to let you know that he spent last night with his wife. Thank you for making it happen.”