Over the years, Barrington had always been held in high regard, practically worshipped. He’d never been humiliated like Xanthe did. Her words instantly made his face red in rage.
“You’ve gone too far, Xanthe!”
She had already guessed that his facade wouldn’t last long, but she didn’t expect it to fall apart so quickly.
Her brows lifted slightly, and she let out a cold laugh. “Compared to what you did to me, I’ve barely scratched the surface.”
At that point, the curious crowd watching the drama unfold grew larger. Barrington lowered his gaze and said stiffly, “Whatever it is, let’s talk at home.”
This time, he went straight for force–but before he could even touch Xanthe, Trevor kicked him several meters back.
“Bastard!” Trevor called, his voice raised and his glare sharp. “If you care for your life, you’d better get the hell out of Chicago before this day ends.”
“If I ever catch you daring to lay a finger on her again,” he warned, “I’ll cut your hand off.”
Before Barrington could retaliate, the restaurant manager came rushing over, visibly flustered.
“I’m terribly sorry, Mr. Michelson. It was our oversight that allowed this guy in. We’ll send him out immediately.”
With that, she gave a quick order, and the staff promptly threw Barrington out.
The clown had exited the stage, the crowd slowly dispersed, and Trevor led Xanthe to their table and pulled out a chair for her to sit down.
“Feel bad that he got thrown out?” he asked casually.
It sounded like a passing remark, but his eyes never left her face.
Xanthe responded casually. “Feel bad? He’s not worth it.” She even sneered. “I actually thought the next time you saw him, you’d beat him to a pulp. Didn’t expect you to let him off with just one kick.”
Trevor raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You think I went too easy on him? I can have someone drag him back for another round.”
“Trevor.” Xanthe set her utensils down, resting her chin in one hand as she stared at him. “Has anyone ever told you that you get insanely jealous?”
The corners of Trevor’s mouth lifted as he met her gaze directly. “And has anyone ever told you that jealous men need to be fed?”
They were both adults, and Xanthe caught his meaning right away, turning her ears slightly
red.
Because of the emotional wounds from her last relationship, they hadn’t shared any physical intimacy yet.
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Trevor was a young guy, full of passion, but he had held back all this time–out of respect
for her.
Suddenly, Xanthe smirked and leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Tonight, then, I’ll make sure I satisfy your hunger.”
For a long time, Trevor had feared Barrington would show up again.
He worried that Xanthe would waver, that she’d look back.
But not only did Barrington show up today–he ended up pushing them even closer.
Meanwhile, Barrington and his male assistant went straight to the hotel they were staying at in Chicago after the restaurant manager kicked them out earlier.
Barrington hadn’t said a single word since. Mason stood quietly off to the side, nervous
and hesitant.
“S–Sir, it seems like Ms. Wentworths really has changed. M–Maybe-”
Before he could say unsolicited advice, his boss shot him a glare that was so chilling it made the rest of the sentence die in the poor assistant’s throat.
“The Michelsons are planning a marriage alliance with the owner of the W Industries, aren’t they?” Barrington said. “If he’s going to steal my woman, he’d better be ready to pay the price.”
“Get in touch with W Industries,” he ordered, his jaw tensed. “Tell them I want to personally sign the contract with the CEO this afternoon. I’ve got something to say to her.”
‘Once the CEO made a move,‘ he thought confidently, ‘Trevor–that bastard–would definitely back off from Xanthe.‘
He smirked as he imagined, ‘That way, I can finally take her back. I’ll have all the time in the world to explain everything.’
Convincing himself, he reasoned, ‘Besides, she’s loved me for so many years. If I’m sincere enough… If I apologize properly… She’ll forgive me.’
But when you’re caught in the middle, you rarely see things clearly.
Unlike Barrington, the assistant had already realized the almost–impossible truth–the former secretary no longer loved the CEO.
Sighing deeply, Mason turned to contact the secretary of the W Industries CEO.
In the CEO’s office at W Industries, Zandra Mayes reported, “President Wentworths, BMC Global’s CEO will be here at three this afternoon. He specifically requested to sign the contract personally. He said there’s something he wants to discuss with you.”
Xanthe frowned slightly. Normally, contract signings were handled by the appropriate department. Besides, she already had several meetings lined up that afternoon.
She didn’t have time for the meeting, so she instructed, “Tell him I’m not available.”
But just as the words left her mouth, she suddenly called the secretary back.
“Wait! Did you say the CEO of the BMC Global? You mean Barrington Connolly?”
Zandra was surprised her boss knew that much detail. Nodding quickly, she confirmed,
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Over the years, Barrington had always been held in high regard, practically worshipped. He’d never been humiliated like Xanthe did. Her words instantly made his face red in rage.
“You’ve gone too far, Xanthe!”
She had already guessed that his facade wouldn’t last long, but she didn’t expect it to fall apart so quickly.
Her brows lifted slightly, and she let out a cold laugh. “Compared to what you did to me, I’ve barely scratched the surface.”
At that point, the curious crowd watching the drama unfold grew larger. Barrington lowered his gaze and said stiffly, “Whatever it is, let’s talk at home.”
This time, he went straight for force–but before he could even touch Xanthe, Trevor kicked
him several meters back.
“Bastard!” Trevor called, his voice raised and his glare sharp. “If you care for your life, you’d better get the hell out of Chicago before this day ends.”
“If I ever catch you daring to lay a finger on her again,” he warned, “I’ll cut your hand off.” Before Barrington could retaliate, the restaurant manager came rushing over, visibly flustered.
“I’m terribly sorry, Mr. Michelson. It was our oversight that allowed this guy in. We’ll send him out immediately.”
With that, she gave a quick order, and the staff promptly threw Barrington out.
The clown had exited the stage, the crowd slowly dispersed, and Trevor led Xanthe to their table and pulled out a chair for her to sit down.
“Feel bad that he got thrown out?” he asked casually.
It sounded like a passing remark, but his eyes never left her face.
Xanthe responded casually. “Feel bad? He’s not worth it.” She even sneered. “I actually Didn’t expect you to let him
thought the next time you saw him, you’d beat him to even sneered. “I actually
off with just one kick.”
Trevor raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You think I went too easy on him? I can have someone drag him back for another round.”
“Trevor.” Xanthe set her utensils down, resting her chin in one hand as she stared at him. “Has anyone ever told you that you get insanely jealous?”
The corners of Trevor’s mouth lifted as he met her gaze directly. “And has anyone ever told you that jealous men need to be fed?”
They were both adults, and Xanthe caught his meaning right away, turning her ears slightly red.
Because of the emotional wounds from her last relationship, they hadn’t shared any physical intimacy yet.
Trevor was a young guy, full of passion, but he had held back all this time–out of respect
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Suddenly, Xanthe smirked and leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Tonight, then, I’ll make sure I satisfy your hunger.”
For a long time, Trevor had feared Barrington would show up again.
He worried that Xanthe would waver, that she’d look back.
But not only did Barrington show up today–he ended up pushing them even closer.
Meanwhile, Barrington and his male assistant went straight to the hotel they were staying at in Chicago after the restaurant manager kicked them out earlier.
Barrington hadn’t said a single word since. Mason stood quietly off to the side, nervous
and hesitant.
“S–Sir, it seems like Ms. Wentworths really has changed. M–Maybe”
Before he could say unsolicited advice, his boss shot him a glare that was so chilling it made the rest of the sentence die in the poor assistant’s throat.
“The Michelsons are planning a marriage alliance with the owner of the W Industries, aren’t they?” Barrington said. “If he’s going to steal my woman, he’d better be ready to pay the price.”
“Get in touch with W Industries,” he ordered, his jaw tensed. “Tell them I want to personally sign the contract with the CEO this afternoon. I’ve got something to say to her.”
‘Once the CEO made a move,‘ he thought confidently, ‘Trevor–that bastard–would definitely back off from Xanthe.’
He smirked as he imagined, ‘That way, I can finally take her back. I’ll have all the time in the world to explain everything.‘
Convincing himself, he reasoned, ‘Besides, she’s loved me for so many years. If I’m sincere enough… If I apologize properly… She’ll forgive me.‘
But when you’re caught in the middle, you rarely see things clearly.
Unlike Barrington, the assistant had already realized the almost–impossible truth–the former secretary no longer loved the CEO.
Sighing deeply, Mason turned to contact the secretary of the W Industries CEO.
In the CEO’s office at W Industries, Zandra Mayes reported, “President Wentworths, BMC Global’s CEO will be here at three this afternoon. He specifically requested to sign the contract personally. He said there’s something he wants to discuss with you.” Xanthe frowned slightly. Normally, contract signings were handled by the appropriate department. Besides, she already had several meetings lined up that afternoon.
She didn’t have time for the meeting, so she instructed, “Tell him I’m not available.”
But just as the words left her mouth, she suddenly called the secretary back. “Wait! Did you say the CEO of the BMC Global? You mean Barrington Connolly?” Zandra was surprised her boss knew that much detail. Nodding quickly, she confirmed,
“Yes, ma’am.”
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“Yes, ma’am.”
A cold smile flickered on the CEO’s lips, her brow lifting just slightly. “Well then, tell Mr. Gurfinchel I have a scheduling conflict. Reschedule the meeting with him, and bring Mr. Connolly here at three instead.”
“Got it, ma’am.”
At exactly three in the afternoon, Xanthe stood in front of the floor–to–ceiling windows, her back to the door, gazing out over the city skyline.
‘This should’ve been my life all along. Too bad I was young and naive back then–and paid the price,‘ she thought sadly to herself.
Outside her office, a light knock snapped her back to the time. “President Wentworths, Mr. Connolly’s here now.”
A grin curved on Xanthe’s lips. “Let him in.”
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