Unbreakable Love His Passion for Her Transcends Death by Beanie Gold

Yvette only returned after taking Jeremiah back to his home. The moment she reached the living room, she felt cold. She couldn't believe the heater was off on such a cold day. She tightened her jacket and entered the living room.

Then, she saw Xavier sitting on the couch alone, an aloof look on his dashing face. She hadn't seen him like that since he'd lost his memories.

"Why didn't you turn on the heater? Aren't you cold?" she asked.

Xavier followed her voice and looked toward her. "Why would I feel cold when I'm burning with rage?"

His enigmatic tone confused her more. "What do you mean? Why are you burning with rage?"

Xavier hadn't expected her to still pretend to be innocent at a time like this. She was truly treating him like a blind man!

Without wasting his breath on her, he took out a stack of photos and threw them at her. The photos scattered across the floor, all showing Yvette and Jeremiah hugging each other. They looked really intimate. Although Xavier couldn't see anything, he could still hear everything. As for the photos, he'd gotten them to show them to her.

When Yvette saw the photos, she was stunned at first. Then, she was furious. She walked hastily toward him in her high heels. "Did you get someone to secretly snap photos of me?"

he'd changed, but it turned out that wasn't the case

eyes weren't focused on her. Otherwise, she would've thought he

everyone in the world?" After Xavier said that, he felt something was

across the face. Xavier could feel his face stinging in an instant,

had a relapse,

him? Do you like the idea of me cuckolding you that much?" Yvette's voice sounded hoarse at that moment, and

Xavier heard her explanation, he suddenly lost all of

time ago. Why would we even wait to do it now in

so he didn't

what I told you? I'm just taking care of you for the time being, and we're still getting a divorce.

heard that,

for approaching her with the photos before getting to the bottom of things that day. After all,

softly, trying to sound as gentle as possible. "I didn't get anyone to spy on you. I