So what if Zivon was suspicious of her and acted out? No matter what he did, Xavia had still gotten together with Mark, and that was a fact. He didn't care if he was lying to himself or if their relationship was on the verge of falling apart.
Now, he just wanted her to be by his side.
He said, “There’s no point in bringing up the upsetting topics. I told you that as long as you stay by my side, we can start over everything from scratch. So, don’t betray me again, hm?”
Xavia was stunned. She vaguely understood what was going on. He hadn't figured things out, nor was he being magnanimous. He was simply choosing to be this way to keep her instead of losing her again.
With that attitude, what was she supposed to do?
She had never betrayed him, so there would never be a next time. But... Would he believe her if she told him? If she didn't tell him, would he continue to keep her while filled with suspicion and doubt as he deceived himself?
What should she do?
It was a complicated situation, and Xavia felt powerless. She resolved to ask her group of friends what she should do later.
When Zivon went into the bathroom, she took her phone and was about to call them when a cold voice suddenly said, “Who are you calling?”
Xavia was frightened, turning around to see Zivon looking at her. She stammered, “I-I just wanted to talk to Bianca and Dolly to tell them I’m fine. They were worried about me for the past two days.”
Zivon’s gaze darkened, and he said, “Call them here. Don't leave my sight.”
Xavia was speechless. Was he placing her under house arrest? Was she not allowed to leave his sight even for a moment?
That was too difficult!
She turned off her phone and walked to the bathroom.
“Can I go to the doctor’s office for a while? I’ll be back soon, I promise.”
The response to her question was met with silence. Why was there no reply? Instinctively, Xavia reached out and pulled open the bathroom door.
The next second, a hand shot out and grabbed her, pulling her into the bathroom. She yelped and fell forward into a pair of sturdy, warm arms.
“W-what are you doing?” Xavia stammered.
Zivon looked at the flustered woman and said, “What do you think I’m going to do? Or... What do hope that I’d do?”
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