Her Heart Her Terms (Lily and Xavier)

Chapter 10

At Weatherspoons, the dazzling lights illuminated the entire room with a luxurious glow.

Xavier sat across from Sarah at a square table. The waiter uncorked a bottle of Bardilot red wine and poured it into a decanter.

The deep red liquid caught the light, a soft gleam shining as it touched Xavier's sharp, angular profile.

He looked effortlessly at ease, his half-closed eyes drifting toward the piano at the far corner.

"How strange. Why isn't anyone playing tonight?" In a soft yellow dress with her waves of long hair cascading down, Sarah seemed more feminine and delicate than her usual professional demeanor. Xavier raised an eyebrow. "I'm not too sure."

The idea of sitting there playing the piano and being stared at like a monkey by everyone would no doubt make Lily uncomfortable.

He even wondered if she had already gone home by now.

Lily was always considerate-she never disturbed him when he was busy. So, knowing he was caught up this morning, she had left quietly.

"Here's something special for both of you," a bold, familiar voice called out.

Maryanne placed a steaming plate of food on the table, sizing up Sarah as she did so.

"Is this a spicy beef salad?" Sarah was surprised to see such a dish on the menu at a fine dining restaurant.

"A spicy beef salad is meant for normal people to eat," Maryanne said with a bright smile, her gaze turning cold. "This dish has a name! It's called the 'Two-Faced Traitor Salad."" The temperature around the table dropped as her words sank in.

Maryanne considered herself bold and fearless, but something about challenging Xavier always gave her the chills.

Perhaps it was because she didn't have the concrete evidence to truly hold him accountable. Maybe that was why she felt uneasy.

After a few tense seconds, she felt a sudden pressure at the back of her neck, like an invisible hand squeezing it. Without a second thought, she turned and walked away quickly. Sarah, feigning innocence, looked at Xavier. "Do you know her?"

"Not really," Xavier replied, his gaze still on the plate as if lost in thought.

Moments later, his phone rang on the corner of the table.

He hadn't saved Lily's number, but for the past two years, she'd always texted him around lunchtime, reminding him to eat. Every evening, she'd call to ask if he was coming home.

glance at the screen revealed it was Lily

smile, and

it?" Sarah, noticing the screen, stood and poured more wine into his glass. She noticed a strange number on the display and smiled, "It's just dinner, not a business meeting. I'm not stopping you from taking a call." "I don't answer calls from people I

pour some

single drink

out a black card, placed it on the table, and slid it toward her.

deep burgundy tablecloth highlighted the

the card,

light but enough to make her pinky finger graze

alluring eyes, studying every

sign of discomfort. He pulled his hand back and reclined

slipped the card into her purse and glanced

Lily hadn't come tonight.

clearly going on in Sarah's

waiter brought their food, and Xavier leisurely began

took out her phone and snapped a picture

camera flash blinked

eyes flicked up, a

the phone

report my whereabouts and

chat window. The most recent message was the photo she had just sent, but before that, there were several other photos-some of her alone in the office and others of her

just a little as he continued cutting his steak. "I'm here

"I already told her before that you'll look

finish, the sharp buzz of Xavier's phone interrupted

was a call from

immediately hardening as Timothy's voice rushed through. "Mr. Fulton, your wife just called. She said the Fulton Manor is on fire, and Mrs. Fulton Senior has been injured. She asked you to head over immediately!" Xavier's chair screeched as

needed to leave

Maybach roared to life, weaving through traffic as he sped toward the Fulton

...

Fulton Manor sat halfway up the mountain, with neon lights beginning

taken an Uber, and when she arrived, the mansion was brightly lit, and there was

car, the air carried the acrid stench of

straight to the living