CHAPTER 834: CHAPTER 834: HE HAS ALWAYS LIKED BEAUTIFUL WOMEN

Justin Xavier knelt down and put slippers on her.

Leah Thorne’s delicate feathers trembled slightly. She admitted that over the years, except for that slap he gave her on her 18th birthday, he had been too good to her, thoughtful and strong. With such a man by her side, it was hard not to be moved.

Leah didn’t move, so Justin reached out his large hand and gently pinched her slender ankle to lift her foot.

Her feet were delicate and small; that’s just how she was—fragrant and soft with jade-like bones, perfectly proportioned, an exquisite beauty, every part of her refined.

Now her feet were a bit cold, but when his warm male palm touched them, Leah’s five pink toes curled slightly.

Justin’s eyes reddened a bit as he looked at her, wanting to kiss her feet.

However, he restrained himself and did not act, simply putting on the pink slippers for her.

Justin stood up, standing tall and handsome in front of her. He showed no emotional waves, his every move exuding the elegant indifference of a businessman, "Why didn’t you answer my call?"

"The phone broke." Leah lied.

"Oh, then I’ll get you a new phone."

"...Justin!" she couldn’t help but call his name.

Justin’s cool and dark eyes landed on her small, soft, charming face, speaking nonchalantly, "Hmm?"

"Last time on the phone, I already made things very clear. If you didn’t understand, then I’ll say it again—let me go!"

Justin pressed his thin lips together, "Leah, just because I didn’t lose my temper doesn’t mean I don’t have one. You’d better stop while you can and not provoke me further."

"So, we can’t reach an agreement." Leah turned to leave.

Justin grabbed her delicate wrist in a single motion.

Leah was forced to stop, and in the next second, Justin gently pulled her, making her curvy body fall directly into his arms.

A surge of clean and cold male masculinity overwhelmed her. Leah’s body stiffened, her mind flooded with memories of that night when she was 18 with him, followed by images of her leaving alone, the lecherous landlord trying to assault her at night in her room, the non-stop bleeding, the miscarriage, and finally Hugh Xavier tearing apart the facade of a loving father, telling her in a hideous voice, saying that it didn’t matter since she slept with his son, what harm was there in sleeping with the father...

Justin didn’t mean anything, but quickly noticed her strange reaction. Her body had become rigid like a stone, cold and devoid of warmth.

"Leah, what’s wrong?"

Leah pushed him away and immediately bent over to vomit.

She leaned over the toilet, vomiting as if the world was spinning.

Justin wanted to step forward, but Leah didn’t look up and just said, "Don’t come near me!"

Justin paused, his body suddenly tensing.

He stood there watching her, sweat pouring from her face, tea-colored seaweed-like hair sticking to her face, looking like a broken doll.

"Why are you vomiting again? Is it me you reject, or all men?" It was the same last time; when he touched her, she just vomited.

Leah’s face was as pale as paper, "I don’t know... I haven’t tried being with other men because you wouldn’t allow it."

With him around, not even a male mosquito could approach her, so she didn’t know if she couldn’t accept his touch, or that of all men.

The atmosphere in the bathroom dropped to a low point instantly; Justin said nothing, the silence heavy and depressing.

"Justin, you’ve already ruined me, what more do you want? I’m worthless to you now, being frigid, unless you like necrophilia."

Justin found it almost laughable. Who would have thought that this most alluring rose, the number one beauty driving all men wild, would actually be frigid.

Justin turned around and walked out. He took out his phone from his pocket and dialed Serena Sterling’s number.

...

Serena arrived quickly. She gave Leah an injection, stopping the vomiting, and Leah became sleepy.

Justin and Serena stood in the living room. Justin asked, "What’s wrong with her?"

Serena washed her hands and spoke six words, "Psychological traumatic stress disorder."

Justin furrowed his strong brows.

The lighting in the living room was very dim, and Serena continued, "Psychological traumatic stress disorder is a stress disorder following psychological trauma. President Xavier, what you did to Leah when she was 18 was far more serious and worse than you can imagine. Over the years, she has never really healed; she’s been quietly licking her wounds, trying to heal herself in places you don’t see."

"But such self-healing has not succeeded. Added to your father’s recent incident, it’s like salt on her wounds. Now, she rejects your touch, or rather, she rejects all men."

A shadow spread over Justin’s handsome features, the dim light obscuring his thoughts. After a long while, he spoke, "What will make her better?"

Serena replied, "President Xavier, let her go. Disappear from her life entirely, including the entire Xavier family."

"Will that really help her get better?" Justin looked at Serena, earnestly asking.

He had to ask, because if he let go of Leah’s hand, he would never be whole again.

Serena nodded, "Yes, it will."

Yes, it will.

Justin lightly closed his eyes, a few seconds later a faint curve formed on his thin lips. He didn’t lose to anyone, but in the end, he lost to her.

"Alright, I’ll let her go." Justin turned and left.

...

Since that day, Leah never saw Justin again. She returned to work, her schedule packed to the brim.

However, Leah heard one thing: Justin canceled his engagement with Cecilia Pence, and shortly after, the Pence family faced a financial crisis and suffered greatly.

Although the Pence family eventually pulled through, they soon disappeared from public view, never to reappear.

All the guests who attended the Xavier-Pence wedding felt a lingering fear and chill. It was known that after Justin relentlessly cleansed Bayside, he turned his attention to the Pence family.

Because it was Cecilia Pence’s doing that Leah was drugged.

Justin’s affection for Leah crowned the entire city.

With Hugh Xavier stepping down, Justin formally took over Xavier Corp and conducted a sweeping business reform. Soon, other women began appearing by his side, one after another.

For years, Justin, who had kept himself pure and had no women around him, suddenly changed, starting to revel in a garden of flowers, switching women as often as his clothes.

From high-society heiresses to up-and-coming young models in the entertainment industry, the paparazzi captured them all, either having dinner together or spending intimate moments.

If there’s a common point among those women, it’s that they are young and pretty!

Justin had always liked beautiful women. The prettier, the better.