Unbreakable Love His Passion for Her Transcends Death

He saw Yvette from a distance. She was sitting at her computer and focusing intently on her work.

Xavier strode quickly over to her and pushed the door open without knocking. The noise startled Yvette and made her jump. She looked up to see the cold look on his face. She thought about the news on Daphne that had emerged that morning, and how defensive Xavier had been the last time.

Yvette instinctively assumed that Daphne had blamed her again and that Xavier was coming to accuse her. She stood up and took a step back. "Anything wrong, Mr. Lane?" Xavier saw how wary she was, and all he could think about was the child. "Come home with me right now!" He did not have the patience to keep up the charade of amnesia with her. Yvette's eyes were full of surprise. Go home? What home? She looked up at Xavier and his chiseled features. "What do you mean by that, Mr. Lane?"

Xavier felt as if there was something lodged in his throat. Without saying anything else, he gripped Yvette's wrist and took her out.

He was walking very fast, and his impatient expression confused Yvette further. She could only try her best to keep up.

She was dragged to the car. Xavier got into the driver's seat, his hand still firmly fastened around her wrist. Yvette had never seen him like this. "Where are you taking me?"

He started the engine, and his thin lips parted slightly. "Dewberry!"

Yvette finally understood what he meant by home. She was still pretending not to remember. "Where is Dewberry? Mr. Lane, don't forget that we're already divorced."

Xavier stopped the car abruptly and leaned toward her, his eyes slightly reddened. "What makes you think that we're already divorced?"

Yvette was startled. The two of them had gone through the divorce before, but there was still a cooling period, which meant that they hadn't completed the process yet.

However, she had pretended to be dead for four or five years. Surely their marriage no longer counted. Xavier laughed coldly as if he could tell what she was thinking. "My wife was missing, not dead."

Yvette looked into his ink-black eyes and suddenly did not know what to say. Wife... He had never acknowledged her as his wife, had he?

He continued driving, feeling conflicted. The child looked as if he was around four years old, which matched up with the time that Yvette had gotten pregnant with his child.

He had never felt excitement like this. It felt strange, but he didn't dislike it. He sped the entire way, and very soon, they reached Dewberry Manor.

It was a large manor, and flowers were blooming outside it. Yvette had planted them herself. Xavier didn't like them, so she could only plant them outside, and there weren't many left anymore. Xavier got out first and pulled the passenger's side door open. "Get out."

She looked around at the familiar surroundings. It looked exactly the same as it had four years ago.

"You'll live here from now on," he said.

Yvette instinctively refused. "No." She regretted it the moment the words left her mouth. This was a good chance to get closer to Xavier.

However, when she thought about the cold treatment she had received in this house, all she wanted

was to escape.

"Mr. Lane, I don't remember marrying you, and it isn't appropriate to live with you. Besides, I have a place to live, and it's very nice."

Yvette would never have refused Xavier in the past, but now it was happening again and again.

Xavier did not believe at all that she had lost her memories, but she was still keeping up the act. He seemed calmer after the drive back. "Is that the only reason?"

She nodded. "Yep."

He did not believe her. "We can sleep in separate rooms."

"That won't work either." She paused. "I don't want people to gossip about us."

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