Maxwell was a little stunned when he heard that Xavier would being over the next day. It was unusual. And being tired, tired from what exactly? He couldn’t help but wonder since Xavier barely came to the hideout, he had no idea what he could be spending his time on.
He could only sigh.
"Go ahead and rest then," he replied and hung up on the phone.
Xavier stared at his phone screen for a second, his eyes narrowing at it before he locked it and put it back in his pockets.
He walked back towards Anastasia and tapped her on the shoulder.
"You must be tired, let’s head back home," he said.
<i>Home. </i>That word felt foreign to her but she didn’t react much to it.
Pulling the jacket closer towards her, they went downstairs, their hands intertwined.
The family were all watching movies when they arrived. When they sensed their presence, Nora quickly asked, "You’re going home already?"
"Yes, mother," Anastasia responded.
"I thought you two were going to spend the night here?" Jeffrey asked.
"Not today. But we’lle some other time and spend the night too," Anastasia replied.
Jeffrey watched them, regret settling deep in his chest. He had once tried to tear them apart, pushing for a divorce over sins that weren’t Xavier’s to bear. But now, seeing their intertwined hands, he realized how wrong he had been.
Despite everything Anastasia had endured, Xavier never wavered. He stayed by her side, loving her just as fiercely—if not more—than before. Jeffrey could see it now: they weren’t just a couple; they were meant for each other. And for the first time, he felt at peace knowing his daughter was truly in good hands.
Anastasia and Xavier bid everyone a goodbye before they started heading back to their home.
The ride was silent but still very muchfortable.
Anastasia’s thoughts drifted off to Izara. For sure, the girl didn’t want to continue whatever business her family was into, but she also didn’t want any help from her.
’Could it be that she doesn’t trust me or thinks that I’m just a bad person?’ She couldn’t help but wonder. Then she realized that she’d posed as someone who’s into trafficking in the first ce. If only she could just find where their hideout was, then everything would have been easier.
Since Izara wasn’t willing to spill anything to her, maybe it was high time she met Desmond, her twin brother. However still, there was no guarantee that he would tell her anything that would benefit her.
’I’ll just give it a try,’ Anastasia thought to herself.
She looked out the window and realized they’d reached.
The mansion was huge, and it looked familiar. Anastasia couldn’t help but wonder if he’d been living in this huge mansion all by himself.
"Let’s go in," he said, taking her hand.
They walked inside and everywhere was as dark as midnight, making it impossible to see.
Xavier switched on the lights and everywhere was bright once again.
Anastasia stared at the living room, everything looking so familiar but they were all blurry in her memories.
All of a sudden, she felt Xavier behind her as he wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his head on her shoulder.
"If you can’t remember anything, then don’t force yourself. They’lle eventually," he said.
"Did you live here all by yourself?" Anastasia couldn’t help but ask.
She felt Xavier nod. "Everywhere was quiet when you left. Even with the maids being around making some faint noises here and there, it was still too quiet. So I sent them away."
"Didn’t that make it even more quiet?" She asked.
"It did. But now that you’re back," he turned her around so that she would be facing him. "Everywhere won’t be quiet anymore." He leaned towards her and ced a soft kiss on her lips. But he wasn’t satisfied. He was tempted to deepen it and have her out of breathe but he doubted the night was only going to end with kissing. He’d been able to hold himself back at the rk mansion. But now, he was starting to lose control.
Together, they headed towards their room.
Xavier smiled, already sure he was going to have a sound sleep tonight, the kind he’s never had since she went missing.