Every word Xylia spoke felt like a needle piercing Connor’s heart.
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With each sentence spoken by Xylia, hisplexion grew increasingly pale; by the end, his gaze had once again be vacant <b>and </b>dull.
Xylia saw the hand he used to block the door tremble as it clenched into a fist.
She was thinking of closing the door now to rid herself of this detestable drunkard.
Unexpectedly, the drunkard was still forcefully pressing against the door.
Connor muttered, “Xylia<b>, </b>all of this is my fault. But Tessa… the life she was meant to have was taken away by you. I am repaying the debt on <b>your </b><b>behalf</b>.”
Connor now finally understood why Xylia acted so uncharacteristically–almost with crazed determination- resolutely insisting on divorcing him three months ago.
It turned out she had known all along. He made her take the me to protect Tessa and even broke her limbs.
No wonder he had previously sensed that something <b>was </b>amiss with Xylia; she hated him.
Xylia was sick of such words.
She no longer wished to engage in arguments with him.
“I did not interfere with her life. If you have feelings for her, do not use me as an excuse. From the moment we received our divorce certificate, there has been no rtionship between us.” With that, Xylia used both hands in an attempt to close the <b>door</b>.
But Connor suddenly straightened <b>up </b><b>and</b>, with great force, pushed the entire door open.
Startled, Xylia had no time to react before Connor once again seized her hand and pressed her against the
<b>entryway</b>.
“Do you hate me? Do you hate me right now?” Connor stared at Xylia <b>as </b>if possessed.
Xylia attempted to repeat her previous tactic and kick him, but he restrained her legs, leaving her unable to
move.
“Connor, let go now!” She struggled desperately, ring angrily at Connor as she fought.
Connor looked at Xylia in this state and, to his surprise, felt somewhat reassured.
He suddenly smiled and muttered, “Your hatred for me only proves that you still love me. Without love, there can be no hare.
Xylia thought <b>that </b>he had lost his mind.
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She yelled. Let go of me!”
Connor said. “However, Xylia, even if you hate me, you should not willingly degrade yourself by seeking one patron after another to <b>protect </b>you. Yes, Kaden Sadler is rich, but what’s with Joshua Garcia? You even fancy a lousy chauffeur like him. Are you really that desperate, or are you just not picky and will take any <b>man</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>
His remarks became increasingly inappropriate.
Xylia’s checks flushed with anger, but she could only resign herself helplessly to Connor’s methods.
Connor was smelling the <b>familiar </b>fragrance on Xylia, then suddenly buried his head in her neck, drawing in
her scent.
Xylia’s eyes brimmed with tears; her struggle grew more intense.
“Help!” she shouted loudly.
Connor hooked the room door with his foot and was about to kick it shut..
Just after exiting the elevator, Joshua heard Xylia’s cry for help. His gaze sharpened, and he ran over in a few
steps.
As he saw Connor holding Xylia, his eyes immediately reddened, “Go to hell!”
He <b>kicked </b>open the door just <b>as </b>it <b>was </b>about to <b>close</b>, grabbed Connor by the back of his <b>cor</b>, and immediately punched him.
Connor fell to the floor, a metallic tang spreading in his mouth.
He became somewhat more clear–headed.
Seeing Joshuaforting Xylia in his arms made my anger re up instantly. Joshua Garcia, don’t forget <b>that </b>you’re the Garcia family’s chauffeur. Even if your position is lowly, you still have a chance to get ahead <b>thanks </b>to the Garcias. How could you possibly be interested in a shameless slut like Xylia<b>?</b><b>” </b>
Joshua gently patted Xylia on the back. Upon hearing Connor’s words, he calmly spoke in her ear, “Don’t be afraid. Let me handle this.”
He let Xylia go back to her room. Then, he closed the door before he walked toward Connor.
Step by step, he walked silently across the soft carpet, an endless sense of oppression apanying him <b>as </b>he approached Connor, whoy on the floor.
Connor was intoxicated, and his reactions were half a beat slower than usual.
It <b>was </b><b>not </b>until Joshua walked up to him and grabbed the front of his cor that he finally reacted.
Joshua said gloomily, “Connor Ford, you failed to cherish what you <b>had </b>and repeatedly debased yourself in front of Xylia. Now, you <b>must </b>bear the consequences yourself.”
Connor had not yet grasped what Joshua meant by his words.
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However, when confronted with Joshua’s eyes as terrifying as a <b>demon’s</b>, he felt waves of bone–chilling cold. spread throughout his body.
“<b>You</b>…” <b>As </b>soon as he opened his mouth, Joshua started punching him.
A barrage of punches and kicks struck him, leaving him barely conscious.
A few minutester, Connory on the floor, covered in blood.
Joshua tapped his hands together.
He lifted his gaze and nced indifferently at the surveince camera at the end of the corridor, pointed <b>at </b>Connor on the floor, then walked to Xylia’s room <b>and </b>knocked on the door.
His voice became gentle once more. “It’s me, Xylia.”
Soon, Xylia opened the door.
Within just a few minutes, Xylia had already regained herposure.
As she opened the door, Joshua was the first to step in front of her, even before she could look toward the corridor.
He merely instructed gently, “Go in.”
Xylia had no choice at all and was pushed into the room by Joshua.
Connory copsed in the corridor, his entire body wracked with pain, still muttering to himself, “Just a lousy chauffeur, and you dare to hit <b>me</b><b>? </b>I’ll make you pay for this…”
Ten minutester, the rescue team prepared by the cruise ship arrived on the tenth floor and carried Connor down to a lower floor.
Xylia had already changed into loungewear.
When she returned to the living room, Joshua heated a cup of milk for her.
“Thank you,” Xylia said.
She took a sip of milk and then looked at Joshua.
In the <b>end</b>, unable to restrain herself any longer, she asked, “You didn’t beat him up too badly, did you?”
Joshua looked at her and asked, “Are you concerned about him?”
Xylia shook her head. “I am just afraid of causing you trouble.”
Joshua reclined on the sofa, smiled, and looked at Xylia, then spoke with wild arrogance, “You need not concern yourself unnecessarily. Even if I were to incapacitate himpletely, he would still be unable to do anything against me<b>.</b>”
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He was the heir of the Garcia family.
Even if Connor retaliated against him, he could handle it.
Nylia sighed. “You have saved me once <b>again</b>.”
Every <b>time </b>she was in danger, Joshua was the one who saved her.
He saved her in Jupiton; now in Norhill, he saved her <b>again</b>.
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Joshua frowned as he looked at her. “I saved you–why are you sighing? You don’t want me to be the one who saved you?
When the final sentence was spoken, Joshua looked displeased.
Xylia set down the milk, smiled, looked at Joshua, and made a joke. “Certainly not. I simply feel that I owe you 100 many favors and do not know how I will ever be able to repay them.”
Joshua stared intently at Xylia.
He sat on the sofa as the ship rocked, and the lights swayed gently in response.
His eyes shimmered, and within the silent atmosphere, something indescribable seemed to flow.
Xylia noticed his silence <b>and </b>assumed her words had been hurtful. She was about to speak when Joshua suddenly said, “If you want to repay me, it’s not that <b>hard</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>
Xylia looked at him in confusion, her <b>gaze </b>silently asking how he intended to achieve that.
Joshua’s fingertips moved slightly as he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and only then did he speak, his voice trembling faintly. “Let’s date.”
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