MasukChloe Bishop was deeply skeptical of Xavier Grayson’s "I won't touch you" promise. She remembered Liam Jr.’s one-month celebration, when Xavier’s arm had been injured for the first time—he certainly hadn't let her off easy then. However, seeing the severity of the gash on his arm, which absolutely could not touch water, she eventually relented and moved toward him.As she got close, Xavier reached out suddenly, making her jump. He chuckled, a playful glint in his eyes. "So delicate." He reached past her and shut off the hot water.Chloe’s face was a vivid crimson. "Are you going to wash or not?"Xavier’s eyes swept over her soaked form from head to toe. "How are we supposed to wash with your clothes on?"With a sudden tug, he pulled her into the depths of the tub.Because both were nursing injuries, they were forced into a shameful, mutual bathing ritual. She helped him, he helped her. It was an incredibly intimate, pulse-pounding process, but in the end, Xavier surprisingly kept his
Chloe blinked up at him, her heart still hammering against her ribs. "What for?"Xavier’s face was uncharacteristically heavy, his voice dropping an octave. "I’m taking you to the hospital."Chloe couldn't help but let out a small, weary laugh. "Xavier, it doesn't work that fast. It's an ointment, not a magic potion. It doesn't hurt as much as it did, but it’s still going to take a week to heal regardless of where I am."The burn wasn't extensive, thankfully, and she knew from her grandfather’s teachings that the blister would naturally subside within seven days."Besides," Chloe added, her expression turning soft and pleading, "that ointment you gave me is actually incredible. It smells wonderful and cools the skin instantly. Do you have another jar? I’d like to keep one on me."Xavier’s response was characteristically nonchalant. "Your grandmother gave it to me. I imagine your family estate has crates of the stuff.""My grandmother gave that to you? When? I didn't even know you two
The conversation with Mrs. Bishop provided the first crack in the wall of accusations Julian Grayson had built around Xavier. As Chloe Bishop sat on the edge of the bed in the Ancestral Mansion, the heavy weight in her chest lifted, if only slightly."Chloe?" Her mother’s voice was warm, a rare comfort in the middle of this cold mansion."Mom, how is everything? Is Sissy behaving for you?" Chloe asked, keeping her tone light."She’s an angel..."After a few minutes of domestic chatter, Chloe carefully steered the conversation toward the target. "Mom, do you know how the company is doing? Dad has been out for so long, and Xavier isn't exactly familiar with the Bishop Group’s internal structure. I’m worried he might be struggling to keep things afloat."Mrs. Bishop’s chuckle was reassuring. "The company is doing better than ever, dear. The finance department sends me the reports every two weeks. In the two months since Xavier took over, our business hasn't just stabilized—it’s actually
The digital breadcrumbs leading back to Xavier Grayson were becoming a solid path of betrayal. As Chloe Bishop leaned against the cold corridor wall, the vibration of her phone felt like a physical strike.The report from Aria Summer arrived with clinical precision. According to Aria’s deep-dive investigation, the site where Sara Jay (Xavier’s mother’s former rival) was once held captive had been reduced to rubble. More damningly, during that sensitive window of time, GPS data and credit card logs confirmed that Xavier had indeed stayed at a luxury hotel nearby for exactly one night.Then came the image file.Chloe tapped the thumbnail. It was a grainy surveillance still from the hotel lobby. Even with the low resolution, Xavier’s tall, commanding silhouette was unmistakable. But he wasn’t alone. A woman stood beside him, her posture suggesting a familiarity that made Chloe’s chest tighten.A second photo followed—this one a high-definition enhancement. The woman’s face was finally cl
Shocked, Chloe Bishop rushed forward to pull the older woman up. "Martha, what are you doing? Get up, please!"Martha gripped Chloe’s hands with a strength born of desperation. "Young Mistress, listen to me. I’ve already smuggled Sissy out of the house. If this plan fails and something happens to me, I need you to promise you’ll look after her.""It won't come to that, Martha. Just get up first.""No! Promise me first. I know this is selfish, but you are the only person in this world I can trust."Martha reached under her pillow and pulled out a bankbook, thrusting it into Chloe’s hands. "This is every cent I’ve saved over the years. If I fail, take this money and find the best plastic surgeon to remove that birthmark from Sissy’s face. Make sure she goes to school. She isn't slow, Chloe—she’s brilliant. She learns everything I teach her instantly."Tears began to track down Martha’s weathered face. "If only I had found the courage to take her away sooner, she might have had a normal
The festive atmosphere of the morning had been replaced by a quiet, heavy opulence. As Chloe Bishop watched the scene unfold in the grand hall, she realized she might have been overthinking things.Seeing Xavier Grayson sitting beside his father, exuding an air of effortless authority and nobility, she couldn't help but eavesdrop. All she heard were the elders’ glowing praises for Xavier and endless flattery directed at Xavier Sr. It seemed the "Murderer" had seamlessly transitioned back into the role of a respected patriarch.Bored with the corporate sycophancy, Chloe pulled her attention back, only to find Old Mrs. Grayson watching her with a knowing, teasing glint in her eyes. Chloe felt a sudden, inexplicable heat rise to her cheeks.After lunch, the guests departed, and the news finally arrived from the hospital: Sienna had lost the baby.The Old lady let out a long, weary sigh. "What a tragedy. Such a sin."Chloe squeezed her hand. "Grandmother..."While Chloe was comforting the
After ending the call with Dr. Julian Vance, Xavier Grayson leaned back against the plush leather of the Rolls-Royce. A rare, languid ease settled over his features; the cold, tectonic lines of his face had softened into something almost approachable. He was a man savoring a victory he hadn't yet f
The air at the banquet table crackled with a different kind of electricity—the friction of familial shame. Silas tried to deflect his mother’s fixated matchmaking with a playful scoff. "Exactly, Mom. Stop making it sound like Tiffany is some clearance item no one wants."But Aunt Sarah was undeterr
If Liam Martin were to pick one person to share the weight of his triumph and joy, the first name that would spring to mind was Chloe Bishop.In his heart, he knew that securing this partnership owed a fair amount to her. She had been his shadow and his support for six years, and the memory of her
Despite his rare use of the private kitchen, Nanny White ensured the fridge was stocked daily with fresh ingredients, just in case the master of the house felt inspired.Now, Xavier realized he had inadvertently discovered a new chef with considerable potential.He glanced at the steaming bowl of n







