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!"

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

stood up quickly.

need, you two relax," Terence said while leaning against the dining

room cast a soft golden glow around

she could finish her sentence, she suddenly

"He was the kind of man who seemed too perfect for this world, a true

a way that was completely different from Xavier's cold

closer. The kitchen was small,

with me," Maryanne insisted. She pulled Lily back

the kitchen, where he rolled

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

the kitchen, she couldn't

never set

was the stern, impeccably dressed businessman, who

and vulnerable, in moments of

her the

loved and not being loved was

loose strand of her hair. "Terence can carry our bags, and we'll just enjoy

blinked and snapped out of her reverie. "I