Chapter 12
Minutes crawled by with no reply.
Xander frowned. Was she still sulking over their recent spat?
Or maybe she’d already gone to bed.
Yeah, must be asleep.
He nearly called to smooth things over but stopped himself. Instead, he dialed the luxury boutique and told them to prep a gift for her.
Only then did he return to bed.
The next day, the two went to work together as usual.
Eleanor, true to form, kept sending suggestive hints whenever their workloads lightened, hoping to recreate their recent passionate
encounters.
But today, Xander repeatedly dodged her advances-
either pretending not to notice or summoning subordinates for impromptu meetings. He maintained this facade of busyness until nearly quitting time, when his office finally emptied.
Seizing the opportunity, Eleanor walked in.
Xander reclined on the sofa with his collar slightly open, one hand resting on his forehead as he rested his eyes. His long legs stretched out casually,
the pose radiating lazy yet aristocratic grace.
She paused deliberately to admire him.
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Truth be told, Washington D.C. overflowed with wealthy tycoons for social climbers, yet few could rival him. Beyond his fortune and status, his looks stood out exceptionally. And that wasn’t even mentioning his… *technique* that could drive one to ecstasy.
Even when married, she remained highly sought after.
And she had to hold on even tighter.
Thinking this, Eleanor tiptoed over and crouched between the man’s legs. Just as she reached for the zipper, her wrist was seized.
“What are you doing?!”
Xander narrowed his eyes, his expression darkening.
Eleanor froze briefly before forcing a coquettish smile. “Don’t you me today, Xander?”
miss
With that, she lowered her head to take him into her mouth.
But Xander pulled away. Staring at Eleanor’s face, he found her indistinguishable from nightclub girls–excessively wanton and utterly disgusting.
He stood up, straightening his collar.
His gaze swept dismissively over the figure on the floor. “I’m heading home today. Take a cab back yourself.”
Without another glance, he walked out.
Staring at the tightly shut door, Eleanor trembled as she lay on the floor, at sense of crisis washing over her.
Chapter 12
This was the first time he had rejected her…
Half an hour later, Xander returned home.
Stepping inside, he found the house empty and stripped bare–even the air hung thick with the musty scent of abandonment.
Instantly uneasy, he called out, “Honey?”
Only his own echo answered through the cavernous rooms.
Xander immediately pulled out his phone.
Without hesitation, he dialed Caitlin’s number–once, twice, thrice, endlessly–but every call went straight to voicemail.
His brow furrowed as he bolted toward the master bedroom.
He discovered the wardrobe half empty, along with the cosmetics on the vanity and all of Caitlin’s documents.
All gone!!
Even the wedding photo hanging above the bed…
had vanished without a trace now.
