Unbreakable Love His Passion for Her Transcends Death

After Yvette tucked Noah in bed, she left the room. Xavier was already back in the living room, going through a book for the blind. "Is he asleep?" he asked.

She nodded. "Yeah. Why haven't you gone to sleep yet?"

"I was waiting for you." He closed the book and faced her.

She felt uncomfortable. "We should sleep separately."

"Why?"

Yvette blushed and said, "I'm pregnant now, so it's inconvenient for us to sleep together."

"The bed's six feet wide. There'll be plenty of space for us." After saying that, Xavier stood up and walked to her. Then, he grabbed her arm. His hand was so warm that she could feel it through her shirt.

"But I'm used to sleeping alone" Before she could finish her words, he picked her up.

When her feet left the ground, she started panicking instantly. Seeing how high up she was, she couldn't help grabbing his arms. "Stop fooling around and put me down now."

He didn't respond and carried her back to the bedroom. Then, he carefully placed her on the bed.

Yvette got up, wanting to leave. But Xavier had anticipated it, and he pulled her into his embrace as he lay down with her. "That's enough. The rest of the house is still in a mess. It won't hurt to sleep with me for one night."

She could feel his breath on her face as he spoke. Yvette stopped struggling and closed her eyes, hoping that she could fall asleep soon. However, Xavier was breathing heavily, and his hands were warmer than usual. The more she wanted to sleep, the more she couldn't do it.

Yvette wasn't used to the feeling at all, and she kept moving around. Xavier groaned a little and moved his hand downward. "Be good and stop moving."

She realized something and immediately stopped moving.

"Why don't you talk to me if you can't sleep?" he suddenly suggested.

"What should we talk about?" She looked up at him in confusion.

"Tell me about what happened to you when you were abroad."

Xavier had asked Mark to look into her life abroad for the past few years. He'd found out that she was a well-known composer and that she'd been staying with Claude the whole time. However, he couldn't find out if she'd been with any other men before.

Yvette didn't understand why he would suddenly ask about that and started thinking about the years she'd spent abroad. If it weren't Viola and Claude, she wouldn't have been able to survive being alone and pregnant.

"I just spent my time taking care of the kids and working. There was nothing special about it."

She didn't want to talk about the times she'd spent there, so she shut her eyes. "I'm tired. Let's sleep now."

The more she acted that way, the more Xavier Wanted to know what else had happened when she'd been abroad. That night, he told Mark to continge with the investigation and look into every single person that she'd had contact with.

After he ended the call, he stood on the balcony. Just then, he received another call. It was from Jeremiah.

"Xav, let's meet up if you don't mind."

It was snowing in the middle of the night. Even though Jeremiah was sitting in the car, he could still feel how cold it was outside. He was wearing a thick coat, but he still turned on the heater. Xavier got straight to the point. "What do you want?"

"Nothing. I just suddenly thought about the time when we were young." Jeremiah handed him a cup of coffee. "Back then, you would let me have everything. But now, you want to snatch everything from me." Xavier didn't accept the drink. "Yvette's not yours, so it's meaningless for you to argue nonstop."

Jeremiah's gaze became cold. He took a sip of the hot coffee, but it still couldn't warm up his cold heart. "That kid really does look like Yvvy. It's a pity that you couldn't see him."

Being blind was Xavier's greatest regret in his life.

"What are you trying to imply?"

"You've regained your memories, haven't you?" Jeremiah slowly asked.