CHAPTER 941: CHAPTER 941: ARE YOU IN A HURRY TO GO BACK TO LEAH THORNE?

Laura Xavier was startled and quickly fell silent.

Across from her, Justin Xavier threw down his knife and fork, letting them land heavily on the plate. He wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin and stood up directly, "I’m done eating. You all can take your time; I’m heading back first."

Justin Xavier stood up and left.

Chelsea, who had been standing beside Justin, pouring red wine, was so shocked by the loud clang that she jerked, spilling the wine.

The entire atmosphere in the dining room plummeted to freezing point. Laura was already stiff, her face pale. She had only just called Leah Thorne a "little vixen," and Justin’s response was to throw the knife and fork, crash the plate, and show her his displeasure!

Even at this moment, Justin was still siding with Leah.

Laura really didn’t know what kind of spell Leah had cast on her son!

Old Master Xavier’s face looked awful as he watched Justin and spoke out, "Stop right there!"

Justin paused before turning back to look at Old Master Xavier, curling his thin lips indifferently, "Grandfather, do you have any more instructions?"

"You’re not leaving tonight. There are plenty of rooms here. I’ve had your room prepared—you’re staying here tonight!" Old Master Xavier ordered.

Justin raised an eyebrow, his demeanor somewhat unruly, "No, the beds here are too hard; I can’t sleep well. I’d rather go back to my own bed."

Bam!

Old Master Xavier suddenly got up, slamming the table with force. He pointed at Justin, shouting, "Is it that the bed is too hard, or you’re just eager to go back to Leah?"

The household master was furious, and the maids were so scared they hardly dared to breathe, trembling all over.

Justin looked at Old Master Xavier, and after a few seconds, a low, alluring laugh rolled from his throat, "Hah, since you already know, why force me to stay here?"

"Unfilial son!" Old Master Xavier was livid, "I ask you, why do you keep going to Leah? Don’t you know that it was Leah who took the initiative to call President Stone that night and even went to his room? She sent you a message, telling you to find her. She’s clearly playing with you, making a fool out of you. Yet, once Leah asks, you drop all rationale, acting like an impulsive fool and getting yourself caught in a brawl. That’s bad enough—after you got out, you learned nothing and continued running to Leah. Don’t you think you’re degrading yourself?"

Justin showed little emotion, and his deep, rich voice remained steady and devoid of any waves, "Grandfather, I degrade myself because I like to; what does it have to do with you?"

"..." Old Master Xavier detected that he had touched a nerve with Justin, which is why Justin’s words carried a hint of anger.

"Enough, Justin!" At this moment, Laura pushed her wheelchair over to him, "Justin, what are you doing? In your days inside, your grandfather and I were utterly exhausted, running around for you. We are your family; we genuinely love you. Must you turn the Xavier family upside down and tear us apart for Leah?"

"If that’s the case, then there’s nothing left for me to hope for in life. I might as well die now, right here and now!"

With that, Laura grabbed a knife from the dining table, emotionally prepared to cut her wrist.

"Madam!" Chelsea screamed, quick as a flash, snatching the knife away.

Laura pounded her chest and sobbed, wailing loudly.

Old Master Xavier looked at Justin, "Justin, now that you’re grown, you’re like a wild horse that no one can tame. If you can leave your mother behind, then just go!"

Justin looked at Mrs. Xavier, and after a few seconds, his handsome eyelids lowered slowly. He lifted his long legs and kicked over a chair, then headed upstairs, "Where is my room? Can someone show me the way?"

After all that commotion, Justin finally compromised and stayed the night.

"Madam, don’t cry anymore." Chelsea took tissues and began to wipe Mrs. Xavier’s tears.

Old Master Xavier looked at Chelsea, "Chelsea, you’ll tend to the young master in his room tonight."

Chelsea’s heart pounded wildly, her pretty face turning red again, "Yes, Old Master."

...

In the room, Justin sat on the sofa, his tall and handsome frame lazily reclining. He raised a hand to pinch the weary and desolate center of his brows.

Soon, he took out his phone and opened WeChat, only to find it empty. Leah had not reached out to him on her own.

Just as everyone had said, after he went in, she forgot about him.

He waited and waited inside, but she never contacted him.

Justin opened her Moments on WeChat, where she had posted a photo from a scene—a sunlit afternoon, her white sleeves, and in her hand was a cup of milk tea.

Justin found himself looking at the photo multiple times, not wanting to close it.

Just then, the door creaked open, followed by light footsteps, "Young master, let me assist you with your bath."

Justin put down his phone and gently raised his handsome eyelids to look—it was Chelsea who had come in.

Chelsea’s pretty face was covered with a suspicious blush as she looked at Justin on the sofa. Though she stood higher, towering over the seated Justin, his authoritative gaze made her feel timid and anxious.

Justin slowly curved his thin lips into a somewhat sinister and alluring smile, "Serve? How do you plan to serve?"

This was the first time today the man looked at her directly, so of course, Chelsea seized the opportunity. She knew Laura Xavier had adopted her as her goddaughter to make her climb into the young master’s bed.

Chelsea slowly raised her hand and took off her outer clothing, revealing only a sexy lace camisole nightdress beneath. Her young body was fair and exquisite, with a tight and curvy figure exuding endless allure.

"Young master, let me help you take off your clothes."

Chelsea knelt beside Justin, reaching out her small hand to unbuckle his sturdy waistline belt.

Justin did not refuse, his gaze dark and watching her intently.

Chelsea felt her fingertips aflame, and with a click, the belt was undone, her fingers slowly sliding down...

Very quickly, Chelsea froze because Justin’s body showed no reaction.

Could it be that her allure wasn’t enough?

Chelsea had training in this art. She tentatively glanced at Justin before rising. Her small hands wrapped around his neck as she boldly and passionately straddled Justin’s lap.

The position was teasingly intimate and stirring.

Justin still did not refuse, allowing Chelsea to climb onto him. He even stretched out a large hand to feel Chelsea’s soft waist.