CHAPTER 950: CHAPTER 950: JUSTIN XAVIER SLEEPS IN THE STUDY TONIGHT

Justin Xavier pulled her along as he walked.

Leah Thorne knew he was angry. Stumbling, she followed behind him, "Justin Xavier, why are you angry? No matter what others say, I believe in my mom. I will prove everything, prove that everything you imposed on me was wrong, prove that you hated the wrong person from the very beginning!"

Leah truly didn’t understand why President Stone would say that, but she only trusted her own heart.

Justin Xavier stopped in his tracks, his handsome brows already shadowed with gloom, "Leah, you know, I don’t like discussing this topic. Be good, accompany me to dinner first."

Leah forcefully pulled back her small hand, "In your eyes, I should be a sinner. Sinners don’t deserve dinner, so you eat by yourself!"

With that, Leah turned and ran up the stairs, going straight into the master bedroom, locking the door behind her.

Standing downstairs with one hand on his waist, Justin Xavier licked his dry lips with his tongue, surprisingly amused in his anger. He was still mad, and she dared to give him attitude.

Justin suddenly thought of a serious problem: she locked the door, so where was he going to sleep tonight?

Was this the so-called... being locked out?

Justin couldn’t accept this. It was their first day cohabiting, and he was determined not to sleep in the study.

Justin strode upstairs, stopping outside the master bedroom door. He raised his hand and knocked, "Leah, open the door."

"No! I’m not opening it!" Came Leah’s voice from inside, refusing.

Justin lowered his voice, tinged with indulgence and coaxing, "Leah, open the door. I admit I shouldn’t have been harsh with you, shouldn’t have raised my voice, but you shouldn’t have provoked me. Don’t be angry."

There was silence inside. A few seconds later, the door creaked open slightly, revealing Leah’s dark, watery eyes as she looked at him from inside.

"Justin Xavier, even if we’re both wrong, you’re the man. Can’t you give in to me?" Leah pouted, her voice soft and coy.

Justin’s heart softened. She was his cherished little pet, and he couldn’t bear to be harsh with her.

"Alright, whatever you say," Justin replied softly.

"Fine, now you say ’sorry,’ and I say ’sorry,’ and we’ll move past this," Leah bit her red lip, looking innocently alluring.

Justin, "I’m sorry, I was wrong."

Is that enough now?

"Well, Justin Xavier, you finally admit you were wrong. Tonight you’re punished to stay out of the room and reflect properly!" Leah threw the prepared quilt and pillow into Justin’s arms, then with a "bang," locked the door again.

Outside the door, Justin, "..."

What happened to saying ’sorry’ each and letting it go?

What happened to moving on?

This little trickster!

Heh~

Just then, a stifled laugh sounded nearby.

Justin turned his head sharply, glaring, only to find a maid who couldn’t help but laugh at seeing the master locked out.

"Mas... master, I didn’t see anything. I’ll get back to work now..." the maid hurried away.

Justin withdrew his gaze, his handsome face fully disgruntled. He had planned to hold her to sleep tonight. She was like a little kitten, burrowing into his arms when she slept. He didn’t lie, whenever he moved, she’d cling tighter. Sleeping with her was... indescribable.

But clearly, he was going to sleep in the study tonight, alone in an empty room.

At that moment, Justin felt a surge of impulse, wanting to kick the door. This door couldn’t stop him.

But, he let it go; she would really blow up.

Justin carried his pillow and quilt into the study, and at this moment, his phone rang. It was a call from Old Master Xavier.

He had dealt with President Stone, so such a "greeting" call from the old master was expected.

Justin tossed the phone aside, not answering it.

...

The Xavier family mansion.

Old Master Xavier listened as the mechanical female voice on the other end repeated, "Sorry, the number you’ve dialed is temporarily unavailable."

Old Master Xavier slammed the phone down in anger, knowing Justin Xavier was deliberately not answering.

The butler quickly tried to calm him, "Master, please calm down."

"How can I calm down? This Justin is getting too hard to control; he won’t even answer my calls!"

"Master, in my opinion, young master is the most outstanding among the Xavier descendants. His decisive handling of President Stone’s affair proves that. Of course, young master has quite a temperament, very much like the Xavier lineage."

Old Master Xavier’s expression slightly improved. He was quite satisfied with his grandson, Justin Xavier, for deftly handling President Stone without any hesitation. A big temper was normal, as historically, those in power rarely had good tempers.

However, he had also heard that his grandson had taken Leah back to the villa, and they were indeed cohabiting.

"I’m not worried about Justin in anything, just about Leah. Justin brought Leah back right upon his return, openly cohabiting under my nose, completely ignoring my threats and warnings."

"Justin’s at an age where he’s full of energy, seeking pleasure is normal, but that person is Leah. If Leah captivates him in bed, Justin won’t be able to let her go in the future. Even heroes succumb to beauties."

"I originally called Justin to tell him about Leah’s plan, but he didn’t even answer, this grandson has grown wings, and I have to coax him now!" Old Master Xavier huffed angrily.

"Master, we shouldn’t confront the young master directly. He naturally rebels against authority, and a direct confrontation might just push him further towards Miss Thorne. How about we visit the villa tomorrow to discuss matters with him face to face? Despite his youth and desire for fun, the young master is extraordinarily astute and discerning. Once he knows what Miss Thorne is plotting, he will naturally keep his distance."

Old Master Xavier found this advice quite reasonable and nodded, "While Xavier Corp is still in my hands, I can still hold Justin in check. Let’s make a visit to Justin tomorrow."

...

In the company, Justin Xavier received a call from the maid, who said, "Sir, Miss Thorne said she’s feeling too stifled and wants to go out shopping today."

Remembering the cold night he spent in the study, Justin swore to sleep in the bedroom tonight. He frowned, "Got it, let her go out and have fun. Also, let her use my card, and use it as she pleases."

He had given her a gold-plated black card long ago, though she had never used it.

Soon, while reviewing documents, Justin received a text notification: "Dear VIP customer, your card ending in xxxx has been used for a purchase of 40,000 yuan."

Beep beep beep.

One card spending notification after another rolled in, continuously.