เข้าสู่ระบบXavier remained standing in the dining room long after Aurora, Elara, and Jaxon had walked out through the front door. The echo of their departure lingered, chairs were slightly out of place, the faint scent of coffee still hanging in the air and the untouched cutlery in front of Lilith gleaming under the chandelier.Silence pressed down hard, thick and uncomfortable.Lilith was the first to break it.“I… I’m sorry,” she said softly.Xavier turned toward her. She was seated stiffly now, shoulders drawn in, fingers nervously twisting the edge of her sleeve. Her earlier composure was gone, replaced by something fragile, almost translucent. Her eyes shimmered, lashes damp, lips trembling as if she were holding herself together by sheer will.“I didn’t mean to cause any trouble,” Lilith continued, her voice barely above a whisper. “I swear. I just wanted to… to be here. To exist. And somehow that’s always wrong.”Xavier sighed, rubbing his forehead. Exhaustion weighed heavily on him, b
Aurora woke up later than she intended.For a brief second, disorientation settled in. This was a different ceiling, different light and a different kind of quiet. Then memory slid into place. It was the guest bedroom. She hadn’t slept in the master bedroom. Hadn’t even considered it. The distance had felt necessary, strategic. Safe.She sat up slowly, rubbing her temples. The house was already awake. She could hear faint movement downstairs, The barely audible clink of cutlery and the low murmur of voices restrained into politeness told her what she needed to know, They were already having breakfast.Aurora exhaled once, steadying herself, then got out of bed. She went into the bathroom and got ready and by the time she reached the dining room, the atmosphere hit her before the sight did.Too quiet.Xavier, Lilith, Jaxon, and Elara were already seated at the long dining table. Plates had been served. Coffee poured. Yet no one was talking.Even Elara who was normally incapable of si
Xavier didn’t move at first. He just stared at her.The way her eyes flickered,just a fraction too late.The way her shoulders stiffened before she smoothed them out.The way realization had clearly struck… and she’d tried to swallow it back down.The room felt suddenly too small.“You remember,” he said quietly. Not a question. “Don’t you?”Aurora’s heart slammed so hard against her ribs she was sure he could hear it. She didn’t answer. She slid off the bed instead, movements controlled, almost casual, as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb between them.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, walking toward the door. “You’re imagining things.”She reached for the handle.Xavier moved fast.His hand closed around her arm, firm, unyielding, and before she could react he spun her around and pressed her back against the door. The impact wasn’t violent,but the intent was sharp, desperate. His palm braced beside her head, his body boxing her in.“Why are you pretending?” he dema
Xavier found Aurora in their bedroom, and the first thing that struck him was how calm she looked.Too calm.She was seated at the vanity, her hair damp which was a clear indication that she had just come out of the shower. Her movements was slow and unhurried as she brushed her hair back from her face. The room smelled faintly of lavender, something she must have sprayed before he walked in, and the quiet felt deliberate, curated, like she was reclaiming the space without acknowledging the storm that had followed him in.She didn’t look at him when he entered.“You brought her here,” Aurora said, her voice flat, uninterested, as if she were commenting on the weather.Xavier shut the door behind him and leaned back against it for a moment, gathering what little patience he had left. He had spent the short walk from Elara’s room to theirs, rehearsing this, convincing himself that once he explained, she would understand. Aurora had always understood. That was who she was.Or who she h
Xavier took the longest route through the mansion.Not because he needed directions.He knew every corridor and every turn in his mansion. But right now,distance mattered. Space mattered. Tonight, especially, separation was the only thing holding the fragile peace together.Lilith stayed quiet in his arms as he carried her down the hallway, her head resting lightly against his chest, her fingers curled into his jacket as though she might slip away if she loosened her grip. She appeared delicate, subdued, the image of a woman who had just stood on the edge of a balcony and stared death in the face.But her eyes were open.Watching.She noticed the change almost immediately, the way the warmth of the main wing faded, how the noise of the house softened until it was nothing more than a distant echo. This side of the mansion felt different. Older. Less lived-in. The air itself seemed to hold still.When Xavier finally stopped and pushed open a door, she glanced around slowly as he stepped
Aurora’s eyes flickered between them.First to Xavier, then to Lilith.They were standing side by side with her clinging onto him like she was trying to prove a point. For half a second….just half,her chest tightened. Not in pain, but in sheer disbelief. In a cold, cutting kind of astonishment that sliced straight through her ribs and lodged itself behind her sternum.He actually brought her here.Her fingers curled slowly at her side, nails biting into her palm. It was instinctive and automatic. The kind of reaction born from memory…raw, vivid memory. But Aurora forced herself to loosen her hand before the tension showed on her face.She lifted her gaze again, schooling her features carefully. She had to put up her amnesia act. She wasn’t supposed to know Lilith. Her expression went from Confusion, then to disbelief and finally to something softer. Something fractured.She tilted her head slightly, eyes dragging over Lilith’s face with deliberate slowness like she was shocked to se







