Chapter 635 Harold Eavesdropped Intently on Their Conversation


    Chloe remained silent. She was unsure if Joseph had deliberately nned this andcked any


    evidence to support her doubts. After finishing the whole ice cream, her teeth ached from the cold.


    Noticing her difort, Joseph thoughtfully handed her a thermos cup filled with warm water. She


    eagerly drank more than half of it, finding relief from the difort in her mouth.


    After returning to the vi, Joseph lingered for a short while before hurrying off to the office.


    Chloe did not go upstairs to take a nap. She sat on the sofa in the living room and waited anxiously.


    Patrick arrived just as the clock on the wall struck one. Her eyebrows went up as a visible


    expression of joy dawned on her face. "Patrick!"


    He smiled warmly and waved in response. Chloe wasted no time and followed him out of the vi.


    As they entered the yard, the bodyguards made no attempt to intervene, allowing Chloe to calmly


    get into the car Patrick had arranged.


    Patrick stood by the car and held the door open for her. "I won''t be joining you. It''s a crowded ce


    with too many prying eyes. When you arrive, head straight to Private Room No. 2."


    Chloe nodded. "I understand."


    The passing scenery outside shed by as the car began to move. Chloe clenched her hands


    tightly, a mixture of happiness and nervousness coursing through her. She was mostly likely right—


    Harold was still alive.


    *


    Serenity and privacy permeated the air of The Whispering Willow, a secluded restaurant known for


    its exclusivity. Each private room had a small garden attached to it, making them independent


    oases. Although separated from their neighbors by mere walls, they werepletely unaffected by


    one another.


    Followingst night’s snowfall, the restaurant had arranged coffee tables apanied by moka


    pots and stoves in the gardens. Customers could savor their coffee while taking in the beauty of the


    snow, basking in a delightful atmosphere.


    Xavia stood on the snowy ground, attempting to grasp the arm of the man beside her. However,


    Eustace skillfully avoided her and sidestepped away.


    "Don''t touch me," he said icily, keeping his distance.


    Xavia clenched her teeth. "I was forced into this. I don''t have any feelings for Joe. Otherwise, I


    wouldn’t try to please him while carrying your child. I just want you to be a part of this rtionship."


    "Maybe it’s Joseph that doesn''t have any feelings for you." Eustace sneered, his anger tinged with


    resentment.


    "How could he not like me? I was the only girlfriend he actively pursued. During the five years I was


    away, he did not have contact with any other women. If it weren''t for the Whitmans pressuring him,


    Chloe would have never had a ce in his life."


    Xavia presented her case with reason and supporting evidence. As her emotions intensified, tears


    welled up in her eyes, adding to the persuasiveness of her argument.


    Eustace skeptically furrowed his brows. "Is that true?"


    "Of course, it''s true! I love you. When you suddenly disappeared, I fell into depression. I thought of


    you every day. When you appeared by Noah''s side, I was surprised. I was also afraid that you’d be


    put in harm''s way when those around me discovered you weren’t dead. That''s why I urgently asked


    you to meet with me. You have to leave Noah and go abroad. Once everything settles down and it''s


    safe again, you cane back for me. How does that sound?"


    As Xavia spoke, she leaned into Eustace, and this time, he did not push her away. Unsure whether


    it was done intentionally, her shawl slipped off and revealed her bare shoulder underneath her thin,


    ck blouse. The snow-white roundness was partially covered, exuding allure.


    Xavia hooked her arms around Eustace''s neck, her eyes seductive. "What about you? Did you miss


    me?"


    Eustace''s Adam''s apple bobbed as he shifted his gaze away. "Don''t be like this. You''re pregnant


    right now."


    "It''s okay. We''ll be careful."


    Of course, Eustace held back in the end. He picked up the fallen shawl and gently draped it over


    Xavia''s shoulders. "I came to see you for the sake of our child. It doesn''t mean I forgive you. I have


    other matters to attend to. Let''s end this here for today."


    With those words, he turned and walked away. Eustace was unaware that the door to the


    neighboring room was partially open, revealing an old man standing in the private garden of Room


    No.2.


    Just a single wall away, Harold eavesdropped intently on their conversation. His aged face


    contorted with anger the more he listened.N?velDrama.Org ? content.