Chapter 635
Chapter 635 Harold Eavesdropped Intently on Their Conversation
Chloe remained silent. She was unsure if Joseph had deliberately planned this and lacked any evidence to support her doubts.
After finishing the whole ice cream, her teeth ached from the cold. Noticing her discomfort, Joseph thoughtfully handed her a
thermos cup filled with warm water. She eagerly drank more than half of it, finding relief from the discomfort in her mouth.
After returning to the villa, 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 villa. 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 place with too many prying eyes.
When you arrive, head straight to Private Room No. 2.”
Chloe nodded. “I understand.”
The passing scenery outside flashed 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 were completely unaffected by one another.
Following last night’s snowfall, the restaurant had arranged coffee tables accompanied 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 relationship.”
“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 place 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 can come 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, black 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.