Pampered Wife of Xavier

Chapter 11: Johns Media Corporation

She was not sure how long had passed when the car finally cruised through a traffic port and slowly stopped before an apartment. Then, the lights in the car were switched on.

Arya quietly undid her safety belt and her body reached over to take the things from the back seat.

She was about to take her handphone and handbag when she noticed that the man had already casually picked up her phone.

He looked down at the lit-up screen and asked in a whisper,

"What's your password?"

Arya was stunned for a while, wondering about whether or not to take her phone away. She struggled for a while, then seeing the look he gave her, she could only softly spell it out.

Xavier very quickly unlocked the phone. His fingers elegantly clicked around, then there was the melodious sound of the phone's ringtone. After that, he locked the phone and tossed it into Arya's handbag.

He leaned over to help Arya open the car door as he asked, "What floor do you live on?"

"The seventh floor," Arya answered.

Xavier nodded. When he saw the drizzle continued outside, he suddenly got down from the car.

Before Arya could react, she unexpectedly heard footsteps from beside her. She picked up her things and was about to get down from the car when she realized that the falling rain before her was cut off.

"Go home and take a hot shower. Rest earlier. Remember to think about what I suggested. I'll be waiting for your answer." Xavier's deep voice had a determination that could not be resisted. He handed the umbrella in his hand to Arya.

Arya looked up at him without a word. In the end, she inhaled, nodded slightly and accepted the large, black umbrella in his hand. Her slim and frail body passed him.

She had just taken two steps when she suddenly thought of something. She abruptly stopped in her steps and turned around, her calm eyes falling onto the man that remained standing by the side of the car.

"You go home earlier too. No matter what my answer is, because you asked, I, Arya will always feel grateful towards you. Thank you for being there when I'm at my worst..."

In the end, she did not finish her sentence. Arya just smiled at him before turning around to enter the apartment.

Her slim figure very quickly disappeared in the hazy drizzle.

Seeing the calm and elegant figure gradually vanish from his line of sight, Xavier tore his eyes away. The cold wind and rain continuously attacked him but he stayed silent for a long while before reaching into his pocket to take a box of cigarettes out. He casually pulled a stick out...

Lighting it, he took a whiff...

Amidst the faintly discernible mist that shifted, one could only hear him suddenly coughing lightly a few times. It was quite a while before he finally tossed his cigarette butt into the rubbish bin beside him. He subconsciously looked up at the apartment and saw the light on a certain floor suddenly being switched on. Then, he got into the car and started it.

When the weekend came, Arya did not wake up early because she had worked hard until the wee hours of 3 to 4 a.m. of the night before, preparing and arranging the details for the South River project. Once she got busy, she lost track of time.

By the time she woke up, it was already close to noon. Her phone that had been on silent showed that there were quite a few miss calls. They were from Mia, but she already knew what she had called for. Pondering for a while, she decided not to call back.