Yvette didn’t understand why he was asking this, but seeing how readily he sent the money, she figured he was just sympathetic and nothing more.
So, she continued chatting with him. “To be honest, I feel quite free and happy after the divorce. Oddly enough, I don’t feel that much pressure,” Yvette replied.
As Xavier stared at Yvette’s message on the screen, he stopped typing. He couldn’t come to terms with what she said. “But why? Is it because you didn’t love him?” he asked.
Yvette wasn’t sure how to respond. Thinking that he was a stranger she hadn’t met, she decided not to hide anything.
“The person who chooses to leave in a marriage usually has thought it over carefully. It doesn’t just happen over one reason,” she replied.
Glumly, Xavier typed out a few paragraphs, only to delete them.
“If there’s nothing else, I’m logging off. Bye,” Yvette messaged.
Xavier closed their chat window.
He sat alone for a while, pondering Yvette’s words. Feeling the need to get some fresh air, he pushed open the door, only to see Yvette walking toward him with a backpack on her back. Yvette immediately looked away when their eyes met.
Perhaps it was because she had been talking with someone online today, but Yvette felt strangely embarrassed. She quickly walked past Xavier.
Xavier watched her retreating figure quietly.
What a heartless woman!
With long strides, he caught up to Yvette. He then indifferently asked, “Is this how you thank your ex-husband who saved you last night?” He emphasized deliberately the words “ex-husband”.
This was the first time Yvette had heard the words “ex-husband” coming from him. Stopping in her tracks, she looked at Xavier with a surprised gaze.
Xavier’s handsome profile and intense gaze remained fixed on her, unwavering.
Yvette avoided his gaze.
Her red lips parted slightly. “I already thanked you for last night. I can’t do anything if you’re not happy with this. Even you said that you’re my ex-husband. I’m your ex-wife. For you to help me when I was in danger, it wasn’t just moraksupport, right?”
She didn’t want Xavier to misunderstand and think she still liked him and was trying to continue something with him.
Xavier’s pupils contracted slightly at Yvette’s cold words.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
Yvette pursed her lips. “It’s none of your business,” she said, then walked briskly ahead.
Xavier’s gaze turned bitter as he watched Yvette leave. He punched the wall in frustration. In the past, he would have simply let Yvette go, but now he felt compelled to follow her every move.
Xavier got into his car and followed Yvette as she left.
He watched her hail a cab to the mall, then saw her navigating through the crowded streets, buying groceries, and communicating in a foreign language with others.
Xavier remembered how poor her spoken language skills had been when she had first come to find him in Dibay. She’d had to rely heavily on translation software. She had even caused various misunderstandings.
But now, she was managing quite well despite living alone abroad.
He recalled her saying, “To be honest, I feel quite free and happy after the divorce. Oddly enough, I don’t feel that much pressure.”
Xavier couldn’t quite describe his feelings at that moment.
Just then, a call came in. Xavier picked it up and saw it was Shannon.
“Xav, when are you coming back?” Shannon asked urgently.
“Is something wrong?”
“The company shareholders seem to be up to something behind closed doors. Your grandfather wants you back right away!” Xavier narrowed his eyes. “Alright.”
When he hung up the phone, he looked up, only to find that Yvette was nowhere in sight.