Unbreakable Love His Passion for Her Transcends Death by Beanie Gold

"Fine, we can discuss this further once you've apologized and made things right. Now let go; I'm going to shower," Yvette said.

Xavier released her. His hand still bore faint bite marks from Yvette's teeth. After she left, he called Mark. "Have someone look into Claude. Find out where he is now."

Mark was puzzled. Did his boss want someone dead tonight when it was such a happy festival?

"We checked a few days ago, Mr. Lane. Claude still hasn't recovered yet. Should we go easy on him?"

Xavier's next words shocked Mark even more. "Send men to protect him. Don't let him die."

"What?" Mark thought he'd misheard.

"Yvette found out about Claude. She wants me to apologize and compensate him. Arrange to return some of the previous projects to him as compensation." Xavier spoke with reluctance. This was the first time he'd ever done such a thing.

Mark realized Xavier wasn't acting out of kindness; it was all for Yvette. "Yes, I'll handle it right away."

"Make sure to leave evidence for Yvvy to see," Xavier said, emphasizing the key point. He wasn't sincere about his apology at all.

"Understood."

In past years, on the eve of the festival, Yvette would stay up late with Viola. But this year, she was pregnant, and Viola had passed away.

bath, Yvette went to lie down

shadow

jolted awake. Through the dim light of the bedside lamp, she recognized Xavier's face. "How did you get in here?" She was certain she had closed the

question. Instead, he said, "I've already had Mark

would be so ruthless toward Claude. Wasn't he supposed to have

your memories recently?" Yvette suddenly

had fleeting dreams about

if Xavier had regained

to sleep," Xavier urged, not

Yvette murmured. She was also getting sleepy and quickly

Xavier listened to her steady breathing, he still

apologizing and even using Noah as leverage. Despite all of that, Yvette had still

if

to staying. She might

going through the motions while secretly

she ran away, it would take considerable effort to

do with you?"

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