After dropping that cold command, Xavier summoned Nanny White and disappeared into the study.
Chloe’s trembling hands flew to her waist. She managed to smooth down her lavender skirt just seconds before the head housekeeper knocked and entered. She retreated into the corner of the velvet sofa, pulling her knees to her chest like a wounded animal seeking shelter.
When Xavier finally emerged from the study, he saw her huddled there—a small, helpless silhouette.
His heart, however, was forged from iron. He felt not a shred of pity.
Sensing his presence, Chloe instantly masked her despair. She forced a faint, tight smile. Some wounds were meant to be licked in private; she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her break.
Xavier tossed a thick document onto the coffee table in front
