When she had learned that Xavier's birthday was approaching, Sharon deliberated for a long time before deciding to craft a gift for him with her own hands.He had helped her so much. If not for his timely aid back then, she would have been driven into a corner by Carter's relentless coercion—homeless, desperate, unable to secure such a smooth divorce. For that, she carried deep gratitude toward Xavier.Xavier studied the keychain in his hand, his obsidian eyes fathomless as the sea. He looked at her, lips curved faintly."Thank you. I like your gift… very much."His gaze lingered, soft yet piercing, making her scalp prickle. That was not the look of a man toward a mere friend.Sharon's heart gave a nervous jolt, and she instinctively averted her eyes. Rising to her feet, she said, "It's getting late. Let's head back."But the moment she stood, a firm hand closed around her wrist.Startled, she looked up into Xavier's shadowed gaze."Don't go," he said, his voice husky. "I broug
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