However, the regret hit Chloe almost as soon as she picked up her chopsticks.
Sitting between these two "refrigerators" was agonizing. Throughout the entire meal, neither father nor son uttered a single word. The silence was heavy, awkward, and cold. Chloe felt a sudden pang of dread realizing that this was to be her life from now on.
Still, she had to admit that Xavier possessed a natural, aristocratic grace. Watching him eat was like watching a masterclass in etiquette—refined, precise, and visually captivating.
By the time dinner concluded, Chloe glanced at the wall clock. It was 11:00 PM.
These two really know how to starve, she thought.
After a night of chaos, the little boy was finally fading. When Xavier moved to take him for a bath, the "little puppy" gripped Chloe’s hand with
