CHAPTER 25: CHAPTER 25: HE WANTS TO SLEEP IN MY BED

Jenna Sutton, seeing she couldn’t hide it from me, had to say indignantly, "After you called me at noon, I rushed over, and Timothy Xavier happened to be here too. I was thinking he was acting decent for once today! But then that bitch Serena Sawyer came over, trying to lure him away. I couldn’t hold back, so... I slapped Serena Sawyer."

My heart sank, and I pressed further, "Then how come you got hurt?"

Jenna Sutton snorted coldly, "With her corpse-like skinny figure, she couldn’t possibly beat me! It was Timothy Xavier who pushed me down, and my head just so happened to hit the back of a nearby seat. In the end, that bastard still got taken away by that little bitch, I’m so mad!"

"Timothy Xavier actually laid hands on you?"

I was furious, ready to kill!

It’s one thing if he laid hands on me, but he bullied my best friend.

What did we do wrong?

To deserve such punishment?

Jenna Sutton was afraid I’d get too emotional right after surgery, so she quickly comforted, "Don’t worry, don’t worry, in another half a month, the life-saving equipment for your mom will be listed. By then, you can throw the divorce papers right in his face, don’t bother with a single word!"

Actually, she is even less able to tolerate things than I am, yet now she has suffered such grievances and is still comforting me.

My nose tingled, and I choked up, "Jenna, I’m sorry, I’ve implicated you."

"You fool, why say such things?"

Jenna Sutton ruffled my hair and changed the subject, "By the way, you mentioned Timothy Xavier going to see a psychologist the other day, I hired a private detective to investigate. They only found out that the psychologist is an international expert who usually doesn’t consult at that hospital, only coming once on Saturdays. They keep patient information confidential very strictly, and besides the psychologist himself, no one knows anything."

I sighed and said, "This really fits Timothy Xavier’s style, meticulous and detailed. Since he decided to keep it hidden, he won’t let anyone find any clues."

Jenna Sutton became increasingly curious and asked, "You and Timothy Xavier have known each other since childhood, you should know him well. When do you think he developed psychological issues?"

I shook my head and said, "I don’t think he seems like someone with psychological problems at all."

Jenna Sutton said, "If you can’t figure it out, don’t think about it. Anyway, it doesn’t have much to do with your divorce. How’s the evidence the lawyer asked you to prepare?"

I said, "DNA samples are easy; given that Serena Sawyer and Doris are living at my house now, I can find an opportunity to get their hair or nails. But Timothy Xavier’s assets are too extensive, what I know is just a drop in the ocean, it’s difficult to investigate."

"You should have said so earlier!"

Jenna Sutton said, "If you’d said so earlier, I would have contacted Attorney Quincy to see if she could help us think of a way! After half a month, you’re getting divorced, we need to investigate quickly, otherwise, you won’t get anything from the divorce, letting the mistress and the illegitimate daughter benefit."

As she finished, I’d already taken out my phone to call Hannah Quincy.

I told Hannah Quincy about the difficulties I was encountering while collecting evidence, and she said to me, "I can find someone to investigate your husband’s assets for you. But you’ll have to handle the DNA testing yourself."

While we were talking, the door lock clicked, and Timothy Xavier suddenly walked in.

I jumped in surprise and quickly hid my phone under the pillow.

Jenna Sutton faced him like an enemy, blocking him in front of me, and said, "What are you doing here?"

Timothy Xavier’s eyes held a hint of displeasure as he said coolly, "I’m her husband, isn’t it normal for me to be here?"

Jenna Sutton said hatefully, "You won’t be for much longer!"

This remark seemed to have hit a nerve with Timothy Xavier, as his sharp features took on a severe look. He directly called in the bodyguards and said, "Please escort Miss Sutton out!"

"Timothy Xavier! How dare you!"

Jenna Sutton shouted at him, but she was already being dragged out by the bodyguards.

I was so angry that I instinctively tried to get out of bed and chase after them.

But I forgot that I had just had surgery on my foot; as soon as my right foot touched the ground, I stumbled forward.

Just as I thought I was going to fall to the ground, Timothy Xavier’s hand wrapped around my waist.

The next second, he suddenly lifted me up horizontally.

Having just had surgery, I was too weak to struggle free no matter how much I flailed.

Until he placed me back on the bed.

I asked him angrily, "Why did you treat Jenna like that?"

While helping to cover me with the blanket, Timothy Xavier said, "She was stirring up our marriage; treating her like this was already quite courteous."

"Stirring up?"

I thought his serious words were simply ridiculous, and I retorted, "Does the relationship between us really need someone else to stir it up? Timothy Xavier, do you have no idea whatsoever about your own actions? Is Serena Sawyer here just for fun?"

Timothy Xavier continued to look at me with those calm, icy eyes and said placidly, "Zoe, the matriarch of The Xavier Family must be forgiving. Be magnanimous, and don’t always focus on Serena."

I fell silent, really not wanting to speak another word to him.

I’m truly tired of talking!

At this moment, Timothy Xavier’s phone rang.

After he answered it, I vaguely heard Jack Sullivan’s voice.

Then Timothy Xavier’s tone turned serious as he asked, "Why? Wasn’t the contract supposed to be signed on Friday?"

On the other end, I don’t know what was said, but Timothy Xavier’s voice was somber as he said, "Investigate! Who exactly is the boss behind them? Daring enough to stand up against Xavier Group, that’s quite some nerve."

Listening to Timothy Xavier’s words, I suddenly thought of the gentleman who sent me to the hospital today.

What is his true identity?

Even Timothy Xavier seemed to be of little concern to him.

Yet, Xavier Group is already a top-tier company in Veridia.

Not just in the business world, even in politics, people would give Timothy Xavier some respect.

Although I couldn’t make sense of it, seeing Timothy Xavier’s troubled expression somehow made me feel a bit better inside.

Serves him right!

But very quickly, my mood wasn’t so great anymore.

After a while, Timothy Xavier showed no intention of leaving; instead, he sat on the sofa, twirling a Buddha Beads in his hand.

A few minutes later, his tall figure walked towards the bathroom.

It wasn’t until I heard the sound of the shower in the bathroom that I suddenly realized he seemed to plan on spending the night here.

Although my hospital room is a single, public hospitals don’t have the comprehensive facilities of private ones, and the bed is narrow, only big enough for one person to sleep on.

He doesn’t even have a place to sleep! Twenty minutes later, Timothy Xavier came out of the bathroom after showering, wearing a loose light-gray robe.

His tall frame with broad shoulders and narrow hips always caught my eye before.

But now, I was no longer infatuated with this shell of Timothy Xavier as I once was.

I glared at him, saying sternly, "Timothy Xavier, you should go back."

"Go back where?"

He glanced at me, then climbed onto the bed by himself, lying next to me.

I used all my strength to move to the other side.

Whenever I think about how many times this man might have slept with Serena Sawyer, I feel he’s filthy and wish I could kick him off.

But in the end, I had just come out of anesthesia, and my legs were not quite nimble, so where could I move?

I reminded him, "Your daughter and lover are still waiting for you at home. This place, it’s not suitable for you."

Timothy Xavier frowned slightly, then let out a light chuckle, saying, "Do you remember last month when you wore lace pajamas and ran to the study wanting to get intimate? Back then, you weren’t so reserved."

My thoughts drifted back to that self-deprecating day, biting my lower lip in embarrassment, drowning in regret.

Actually, I’m not a very open type of girl.

However, having only once-a-month marital relations makes it difficult to conceive.

To have another child with him, I did a lot of psychological preparation, then wore the black lace lingerie he used to like best and went to the study, sitting on his lap in the most shameful position.

Yet, no matter how I kissed him or teased him, he remained unmoved.

In the end, he even pushed me away, tossed his jacket onto me, and with a tight frown, said, "Where did you learn such worldly ways?"

Then he picked up the Buddha Beads from the table, twirled them in his fingers, and left the study without a glance back at me.

At that time, I didn’t yet know that he already had a lover and daughter outside. I thought he was just reluctant to break his vows.

Yet with Serena Sawyer, he broke all of them.

I dared not think about the excruciatingly embarrassing scene from that night any longer, forcing a rueful smile to meet his gaze: "I won’t ever do such things again. So you can leave with peace of mind, there’s really no place for you to sleep here."

Timothy Xavier’s eyes took on a hint of displeasure, his voice cold as he said, "If you weren’t my wife, do you think I’d bother with you?"

I looked at him in disbelief.

He actually remembered I was his wife?

I originally didn’t want to argue with him, as I knew whatever I said wouldn’t matter to him.

But I was so disgusted by what he just said that I couldn’t help it: "When I was injured, you didn’t care; when I had surgery, you weren’t there. The times I needed you most have passed..."

Bringing this up, perhaps he felt guilty, as his tone softened, not as overbearing as before, "The situation was too urgent, there were so many people at the site, I really didn’t notice you were injured. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have left you alone."

I met his deep, dark eyes, and asked, "Then tell me, if you had another chance, who would you choose to save? In that situation, you could only save one person, would you save me?"

Timothy Xavier didn’t speak; his silence answered for him.

A sense of desolation surged within me, and I no longer tried to make him leave, just turned my back to him to sleep.

Suddenly, I realized there was now nothing to say to this man I had known for twenty years and shared everything with.

Timothy Xavier turned off the light, tucked the blanket around me, and embraced me from behind.