Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 589

Nobody really knew what Xander and Lottie discussed in the study, but somehow, he agreed to it.

Lottie turned to her daughter, Stella. "Sweetheart."

"Mom, it's just not right. Yesterday, when he talked to my brother in the study, he even recorded the conversation! He's really sneaky."

Who records conversations during a friendly chat?

Just from this, you could tell something was off with Xander.

Hearing Stella call him 'sneaky', Xander felt a pang of frustration deep in his gut.

These folks were acting like he was the only one who had messed up back then, pinning all the blame solely on him.

Lottie said firmly, "Hush now, we'll talk later."

Stella pressed her lips together.

Yvonne chimed in, "Sweetheart's right, he is sneaky."

Xander was fuming now and snapped at Stella, "So, are you marrying me? It doesn't matter, you're my fiancée anyway."

Stella remained silent.

Lottie sighed.

But Yvonne wasn't having any of it. "Hey, you shameless guy! Sweetheart is pregnant! With my brother's child, and you're still thinking about her?"

She had seen her fair share of shameless people over the years, but Xander was something else.

Was he so desperate that he had to latch onto a pregnant woman?

Xander turned to Yvonne, "Then are you marrying me?"

widened

about using that strategy to mess with

felt a bit apprehensive

huffed, "I'm not marrying you

glared at her, choosing to say

up, "Alright, it's just about getting a marriage certificate, not about walking

there's something off about

be rational here,

guilty about what happened

on, even if you want to make it up to him, don't use me, alright?

on. "It's not about making it up;

"Help? Help with what?"

Yvonne was puzzled.

over at Lottie and then

Help, huh?

She wasn't buying it.

Yvonne didn't believe it at this

seemed loaded with ulterior

caught in his trap; he was

glance. "What do

inconvenient to say,"

taken

her off, "Yes,

and Stella

the exchange between Lottie and Xander, the two sisters glanced

mom.

their attention to

Yvonne,

You're

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