Her Heart Her Terms (Lily and Xavier)

Chapter 152

"What is it? Couldn't you understand it? Didn't you already take on individual projects? You've even designed for Glenview Villa Couldn't you figure out a design exhibition? Why did you even bother going then?" Xavo refused to mention Terence. It would make him seem jealous. So, he subconsciously tried to vent his anger by belittling Lily.

hed his shirt but struggled to free herself from his embrace. She twisted her body, and her face was full of defiance, "Xavier, let go of me."

Her soft body squirmed against his firm chest, sending a shiver through him. His grip on her waist tightened as he pulled her closer. "I'm going to make dinner..." Lily didn't want to escalate the situation and tried to change the subject to avoid confrontation.

His grip on her waist suddenly loosened. He bent down and hoisted her over his shoulder without giving her a moment of relief. "Ah!

"She was shocked as she instinctively wrapped her arms tightly around his shoulders.

"I'm not hungry." Xavier lifted her and headed upstairs. "Why not do something meaningful instead of wasting time on dinner."

exactly what he meant. He intended to channel his unspoken

leggings. It accentuated her slender and straight legs as well as the curve of

this and spending the entire day with him tightened

her straight into the bathroom and bent down to set her down. The room was dark. She was suddenly set down after a dizzying whirl. She staggered and landed on the edge of the

accidentally touched the buckle of his belt. A stream of cold

showerhead, though some splashed onto Xavier's shoulder. His white shirt was dampened as it clung to his chest. Lily was

dropped into

struggled, causing him to lose his balance. He braced himself against the wall with his

cool lips with his. His other hand tangled in her hair as

streamed through the

spread through Lily's heart. She couldn't steady herself on the edge of the bathtub and could only cling to his shirt tightly, relying on the strength of his

water from the showerhead gradually grew warm. His anger seemed to melt into a different kind of heat. He was past the point of restraint, leaving Lily no