Unbreakable Love His Passion for Her Transcends Death
Passion 87

Chapter 87

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"I've already eaten your cooking for three years. I wouldn't mind doing it again," Xavier replied.

Yvette smiled. When the food arrived, she went to the kitchen to cook it. In the past, she didn't know how to cook, but she learned slowly after getting married to Xavier. Xavier had never been grateful. He took everything for granted, just like now.

He sat in the living room, but his eyes remained fixed on Yvette. He felt like he would never get sick of looking at her.

Yvette served the dishes one by one, and she added something special to the grilled fish-Xavier's favorite.

The two of them sat down opposite each other. Xavier hadn't eaten with her like this for a long time, and he did not touch his cutlery.

Yvette served him a large piece of fish. "You said you wouldn't mind."

Xavier picked up his knife and fork and began eating the fish on his plate slowly. Yvette watched him closely, feeling very nervous.

She had put a sleeping pill in the fish, but she was afraid that she hadn't put enough. She kept putting more on his plate.

He looked at her with his ink-black eyes. "Why aren't you eating?

"I'm not very hungry. You should eat more." Yvette dug her nails into her palms out of nervousness. She began serving him the other dishes.

Xavier did not mention it again, and he finished all the food silently.

Although the meal was over, he did not look drowsy at all. Yvette was confused. Was the dosage too

low

"I'll pour you a glass of water." She got up and walked into the kitchen.

However, Xavier grabbed her wrist. She was being unusually diligent. Hadn't she said that she didn't like him? Had she been faking it the whole time? Was this how she truly felt?

water in the

Yvette jumped in fright, thinking that he had found out. However, he asked, "Isn't there wate living room? Why do you need to go to the kitchen?"

Yvette breathed a sigh of relief. "I was going to get mineral water."

"You don't need to." Xavier looked into Yvette's beautiful, amber eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down. "I'm not thirsty." He did not let go of her and gripped more tightly instead. "Yvette, tell me honestly. Do you still have feelings for me?" He asked suddenly.

Before Yvette could respond, he explained. "Didn't you say that you lost your memories? I want to know if you still have feelings for me despite forgetting everything."

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The air seemed to congeal around them. Yvette did not know how to answer him.

The truth was that after she had chosen to divorce Xavier and leave, she no longer had any hopes for their relationship.

She pried his fingers off one by one. "Mr. Lane, be frank. You're very outstanding, but you'll always be out of my league. I respect you very much."

She respected him, but she didn't like him. Xavier remembered what she had said when she first confessed to him.

She had said, "Mr. Lane, I like you, and not just because you're outstanding. I would like you no matter what kind of person you become."

At the time, she had been standing like an idiot at the entrance to the Lane Group building.

Xavier's throat tightened. "So you don't have any feelings for me anymore?"

He stood up and backed her into a corner as he bent down and leaned in close. The two of them were O inches apart, and they could hear the sound of each other's breathing. "Who do you like? Claude? Why didn't he come back with you?" Xavier asked rapidly.

Yvette panicked, and there was a ringing in her ears. Why hadn't he fallen asleep yet?

"Mr. Lane, I'm afraid you've misunderstood."

Xavier was dissatisfied with her answer. He put a hand on Yvette's face, which was burning with

embarrassment.

"In the past, you didn't like putting on makeup, and you didn't like wearing clothes like this."

Didn't like, didn't like... The corners of Yvette's eyes turned slightly red. She smiled bitterly. "Have you ever considered that it wasn't because I didn't like makeup or pretty clothes?" Xavier was stumped.

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