Chapter 98
“Why is it you, Mr. Shaw…”
I tried my best to maintain a smile, my fingers almost tearing a hole in the cushion.
Xander calmly surveyed my living room, replying lightly, “The soup is still simmering. Liam needs to watch the fire.”
My wolf was shock, “SO LIAM SENT YOU, MY BOSS, INSTEAD? WHAT?”
Xander withdrew his gaze.“Can we go?”
I was looked down upon by him. The word “no” stayed in my mouth for several seconds before I said, “Yes.”
Xander approached me, bent down, picked me up, and placed me in the wheelchair. My body was as stiff as a mummy.
The whole process took less than a minute, yet his breath, his body temperature, his scent–everything overwhelmed me. My heartbeat quickened, my breathing slowed. My mind felt like it was possessed.I now regretted having such sensitive senses, remembering everything about Xander so clearly.
Xander could feel how stiff I was. He was about to stand up, but then, concerned, he asked, “Did I hurt you?”
His clear voice was low and gentle, captivating.
Already in a somewhat detached and strange state, hearing those intimate words, all my pores exploded, and hot lava seemed to burst out. My wolf was about to pass out. Once I understood what he meant, I replied weakly, “…No.”
“That’s good.”
Xander stood up straight, pushing me out and into the elevator.
The elevator…
In a daze, I turned my head to look at his legs, and that cursed memory resurfaced. Worse, when I looked up, I found Xander looking down at me with a meaningful expression.
Aaaaaah!
Save me!
Save me!!
Just as I was about to suffocate, we reached the top floor. My palms were sweating. Xa. pushed me into his apartment.
er
A large penthouse on the top floor, with a broad view, luxurious, cold–toned minimalist style, perfectly matching his temperament. He didn’t take me to the dining room first; he took me to the study.“Dinner isn’t ready yet. Why don’t we do something while we wait?”
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Do something? What? Do… what?
Seeing him close the study door, I gripped the armrests of my wheelchair, my mind again becoming obsessed, uncontrollably imagining…
Meres
Xander didn’t notice my strangeness and pushed me to the desk. I stared wide–eyed at the black desk. Perhaps he wanted me to sit on it…
“No! I’m going out!”
I turned the wheelchair to run. No aversion to women, righteous gentleman–all an act.
Xander reached out and stopped me, turning the wheelchair around to face him.“Why are you running?”
I was furious: If I don’t run, I’ll be subjected to workplace harassment!
“I can’t do it. Find someone else.”
“Zane went out.”
My wolf and I couldn’t believe what we heard, “I WAS ZANE’S RPLACEMENT?” I didn’t know whether to first criticize him for being opportunistic or feel unsatisfied that Zane had overshadowed me.
Seeing my reluctant expression and suppressed anger, Xander stretched out his arm and placed a stack of files in front of me.“Sophia, is it that hard to do a little work for me?”
I looked at the files. Uh…
“It’s work…” I muttered, embarrassed.
Xander overheard my mutterings. He narrowed his eyes. “Then what did
you
think it was?”
My cheeks burned. I stammered, “Oh, I thought you wanted me… to clean the house. I’m not mobile now, so I said I couldn’t do it.”
Xander didn’t speak. He leaned against the edge of the desk, arms crossed, looking as if he’d seen through me but wasn’t in a hurry to expose me. After a while, he suddenly laughed, teasingly saying, “Sophia, your imagination is quite vivid.”
