ISABELLA’S POV
I couldn’t hold back the sense of curiosity I was feeling. It was the question that’s been lingering in my mind and I’ve been wanting to ask since earlier.
Xavier stared at me, his eyes were deep and serious, but I didn’t back down and also held his gaze, straight. At this moment, something was tugging at me, urging me to ask about the man I had treated, whose voice bore such a striking resemblance to his.
“He’s the son of my mentor.” Xavier finally spoke, breaking the silence.
I raised a brow, his words taking me by surprise.
I didn’t know Xavier had a mentor—at least, not as far as I was aware. But then, there was still so much about him that I didn’t know, parts of his life he had kept hidden from me which neither of us bother to discuss in the past.
My surprise m
