Chloe Bishop's words were clearly a dismissal.Xavier Grayson glanced at the shirt in her hand, his expression cold and disdainful. "You think I'd wear someone else's clothes?"She felt she'd already done more than enough. She set the shirt beside him. "Your shirt is unwearable. If you're too good for my father's clothes, then leave as you are."She wasn't in the mood to talk about debts or favors. It was the middle of the night, and they were alone. If he wanted to play games, as his ex-wife, she had no intention of giving him an easy time.But the always arrogant, self-centred Xavier Grayson paid no attention to her wishes. He lay down on her bed as if it were the most natural thing in the world, saying matter-of-factly, "I'm tired. We'll talk tomorrow."With that, he closed his eyes.He was planning to stay?Chloe Bishop stared at the man lying in her bed, her face cold, her gaze conflicted. "Xavier Grayson, what exactly do you want?"She'd already treated his wounds—why was he stil
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