But Xavier Grayson's towering figure, his sharp gaze, and his overwhelming presence made him impossible to ignore.
The old lady cut straight to the point. "Xavier, when are you planning to hold the wedding with Chloe?"
Xavier Grayson's eyes landed on the woman across from him. His long, well-proportioned fingers tapped lightly on the table. "What do you say?"
Chloe Bishop was speechless.
How shameless. The old lady had asked him.
The old lady deflected smoothly. "Chloe said she'll follow your lead."
"Is that so? Then when would you like it to happen?"
Xavier Grayson kept tapping the table, and Chloe Bishop's heart began to race for no reason—as if his fingers were drumming directly on her chest.
"Actually..."
The moment she opened her mouth, the old lady looked at her. She quickly
