บททั้งหมดของ Tilly Tallo with a Billionaire : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Her tears didn’t go unnoticed. Xavier’s hands tightened into fists against his lap. Aveline was somewhere far away, her eyes fixed on the blur of lights outside, the faint wind tugging at a loose strand of hair.His hand lifted, hovered above her shoulder, then stilled. He hesitated only a breath before reaching into his pocket. Without a word, he set a folded handkerchief on her lap and turned back to the window.Aveline blinked, startled by the gesture. She looked down at the cloth. He didn’t look back.“If you didn’t want the wedding, you could have said so,” Xavier. “You’re making me look like a jerk.”“I would still be remembered with your name either way,” Aveline replied. “Either the one who rejected the Lorenzos or the one who married a Lorenzo. It does nothing to you, but it does to me.”Xavier fell silent. So that was it. She’d done it for herself just as much as for the arrangement, yet somehow, it still stung.Was everything about him miserable?Tilly always had somethin

Two weeks passed without a single word exchanged between them. The mansion remained quiet, broken only by the soft hum of electronics and the occasional beeping from the security system. Aveline spent most of her time in the solarium, while Xavier rarely left his room except at midnight. She suspected he was avoiding her as much as she was avoiding him.She didn’t mind. The silence suited her. The distance, once unbearable, had become a kind of relief. Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all, she told herself. The solarium had become her sanctuary. It was no longer the cold, forgotten room tucked behind the kitchen. The air now smelled faintly of paint and paper; canvases leaned against the walls, and her brushes rested in jars by the window. Sunlight spilled across the tiles. Online, she gained a massive following. Videos of their wedding had gone viral, and her following had grown overnight. Some comments admired her poise, others mocked her dress; some envied her, others called her brav

Xavier was exactly the same as when they’d first arrived. The evening had been lively, even fun, but he hadn’t spoken much. Not really. It bothered her, though she couldn’t quite explain why. He’d always been quiet. This time, though, the silence felt heavier.Theo stood by the door with Mrs. Lorenzo, Tilly, Sonia, and Matteo, all gathered to bid their goodbyes. Aveline had insisted they leave first — not for any particular reason, or so she told herself.The night air bit at her skin, and she rubbed her arms, shivering. She stayed close behind Xavier, letting his tall frame shield her from the cold.At the car, he paused, opening the door and waiting silently for her to step in.The car moved, silence falling neatly into place.Aveline finally spoke. “You were quiet.”“I’m always quiet. It shouldn’t bother you now.” His tone was even, detached.“You don’t always have to be like this.”“Like what?” He turned slightly toward her. “Arrogant? Selfish? Self-absorbed? Which one?”“I never

Aveline's curls flung carelessly into the air. Tilly blasted some loud music. Vain and vulgar. Something she wouldn't play but she was just happy. Tilly pressed the pedals rushing through. Aveline screamed, adjusting her glasses. “Didn't think you were that reckless.” Tilly smirked.“Reckless? We're having fun.” Aveline's laughter filled the air.Tilly nodded her head pathetically. She slowed down her pace. “I don't mind going fast, but with you in the car, It'd be best to avoid Xavier's boring ass.”“Xavier is gonna complain about you driving me fast?” Aveline snickered. “No, but if we get in trouble, they'll remember the billionaire's wife.” Tilly honked. “So what? We’ll bribe our debt away.”Tilly squeaked. “What?!” “What is he gonna do? Spank my ass?” Aveline joked.“You don't fear Xavier.”“I've never feared him. I was just a bit weary of the powerful Lorenzo heir. He's a bit… meh but he doesn't care what I do.”“Typical Xavier behavior.” Tilly rolled her eyes. “How are you

“Me too.” He said quietly."I hate you." Her tears came running down."Me too." He scoffed. "Pathetic." She brushed her curls back. She laid, taking the image of him standing there. She stood up, wiping her tears. She staggered back, patting his cheek. Xavier stood, dizzy and dazed. He allowed her."You’re pretty," she murmured, her words slurring together. “I definitely would’ve broken your heart if you weren’t Xavier Lorenzo.”She stumbled against him, laughing through a sniffle. Xavier staggered back a little, trying to keep balance with her in his arms. He wanted to steady her, but she didn’t let him. She just clung tighter.“Just be nice, okay?” she mumbled, pressing her face against his chest. “You’re warm.”Xavier pushed her back gently. “You’re too wasted.”She hummed in response, already half-asleep. He sighed, looping her arms around his shoulders. Bit by bit, he guided her up the stairs and into her room..The moment he opened the door, the scent hit him , vanilla and peac