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!"

uncomfortable sitting around because it didn't feel right to have a

up quickly. "I'll handle

relax," Terence said while leaning against the dining

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

her

"He was the kind of man who seemed too perfect for

was completely

to move any closer. The kitchen was small, and with just her and Terence in there, it

with me," Maryanne insisted. She pulled Lily back to

kitchen, where he rolled up his sleeves and got to work. He

Lily tried to focus on her conversation with Maryanne but kept glancing at the

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

had never set foot in a

was the stern, impeccably

other was bare and vulnerable, in

smiled at her the

difference between being loved and not being

loose strand of

out of her reverie. "I don't