Book7 Chapter12.

In the video, Chloe wore a white dress. Her long curls flowed over her shoulders, looking like a delicate doll.

She stormed onto the stage, snatching the painting from Xavier's hands and throwing it to the ground.

Her pretty face twisted with rage, her expression wild and hysterical.

"Xavier! If she's your true love, then what am I?"

Xavier looked flustered, quickly placing a hand on Chloe's shoulder to calm her down.

"Chloe, what are you doing? This is just an auction."

Chloe pouted, acting spoiled.

"I don't care! I want you to tell me right now, is she your true love, or am I? You've painted me so many times, even with us cuddling together!"

The crowd buzzed with excitement, and the media rushed to capture the drama.

"Mr. Gomez, what's your relationship with Chloe? Why not be honest with us?"

"Mr. Gomez, was your confession to Ariella sincere?"

"Mr. Gomez, how will you handle Ariella and Chloe?"

The auction turned into chaos, and Xavier shouted for the live stream to be cut.

I smirked as I closed the video. What a farce.

After that day, Xavier didn't contact me for several days. Was he feeling guilty?

visa had arrived, and I was heading to

back

the familiar city, a sense of

for over twenty years,

chosen to study and

weren't for him, I might never have had

go through security, a

"Ariella! Wait!"

his hair disheveled, rushing

breathless, I

"What do you want?"

his pocket, fumbling for

it was from exhaustion or nerves, but his hands

as he was

was, a

appeared "Xavier! I knew

come

me. Thank goodness I

was also out of breath, and

time? What could she possibly be

be to catch up with me before I

snatched the

the one

pull out of his

was a

amusing.

me before I

was thinking this,

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