The sheer height of Xavier, combined with his piercing gaze and that suffocatingly powerful aura, made him impossible to ignore even if Chloe tried to shrink into the floorboards.
The Old Madam didn't waste time with small talk. "Xavier, when do you plan on holding the wedding ceremony for Chloe?"
Xavier’s gaze shifted to the woman sitting across from him. His long, elegant fingers began a slow, rhythmic tap on the mahogany tabletop. Tap. Tap. Tap. "What do you say?"
Chloe bit her lip. How shameless. His grandmother had asked him, yet he was throwing the hot potato right back into her lap.
The Old Madam stepped in with practiced grace. "Chloe said she’ll defer to your judgment."
"Is that so?" Xavier’s tapping didn't stop. "Then, when would you like to hold it?"
Every tap of his finge
