Her Heart Her Terms (Lily and Xavier)

Chapter 49

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Chapter 49

"Lily!" Maryanne shouted as she stood at the doorway. Her fiery red hair was pulled up into a bun. She was wearing a knitted sweater paired with a chic, knee-length tweed skirt. She flashed a playful smile at Lily and turned to Terence. "Terence, hurry and bring the groceries in!"

Standing directly in front of the peephole was Terence, who was holding two large bags of groceries. Lily opened the door wider to make room. "Maryanne, Terence, what are you two doing here?"

"What do you think?" Maryanne linked her arm with Lily's and stepped inside. "Why did you move here? You should've just stayed at my place! I wouldn't even charge you rent." Meanwhile, Terence placed the bags on the table and began organizing the groceries. He put them into the fridge.

Lily hadn't had time to buy any food, so the empty fridge quickly filled up.

The emptiness she had felt over the past couple of days was slowly easing.

"It's close to Lupier, so it's convenient for work," Lily explained.

"Terence said I lack boundaries and should give you some space, so fine, I won't bug you. However, every weekend, I'll be here to stick by your side!" Maryanne declared while dragging Lily to the couch.

She waved at Terence and said, "Terence, cook something good for her! She needs to eat more, she's too thin!"

because it didn't feel right to have a guest do the

quickly. "I'll

Terence said while leaning against the dining table with his hands on the

him, the warm light of the dining room cast a soft golden glow around

her

who seemed too perfect for this world, a true

was handsome, in a way that was completely

was small, and with just her

back and chat with me," Maryanne insisted.

heading into the kitchen, where he rolled up his sleeves and got to work. He seemed

on her conversation with Maryanne but kept glancing at the kitchen to

busy himself in the kitchen, she couldn't help but think

had never set foot in

Xavier. One was the stern, impeccably dressed

and vulnerable, in moments of

at her

being loved and not being loved

with a loose strand

blinked and snapped out of her reverie. "I don't think that's