He had to compete with his nephew.
It was totally unfair.
âWhy are you standing here alone?â Daisy came.
It was a bit cold and she wrapped herself in a shawl.
Xavier relaxed his face and turned into his usual playful self. âAre you worrying about me?â
Daisyâs eyes flickered. She was used to his random sweet words and nodded. âIt is almost time. When are you going back?â
Xavier smiled as he approached her. He pulled the shawl off her shoulder. âYou donât look good this way. You look best when you show your collarbones.â
Daisy furrowed her brows. âBut I will be cold this way.â
Xavier raised his brows. âThe Daisy I know wouldnât care about that little thing.â
She was an elite white-collar worker who always wore high heels and looked smart in all situations.
Since when had she become like a little girl who would cower in a shawl?
Daisyâs face changed, and she took off the shawl. âAre you satisfied now?â
Xavier draped his hand around her shoulder and caressed her. âThis looks better.â
He liked her this way.
Like a rose blooming in the cold wind. Though it was a bit deliberate , what was more important was that it looked better this way.
After the goddaughter incident, Wendy brought Zachary to the butler and order him, âHe spit up milk just now, so donât feed him first. If he is tired, bring him back to his room.â
As soon as she said that, she felt a strong aura coming from the back.
Chris stood behind her and said coldly, âCome with me. I need to talk to you.â
The butlerâs face changed. He cuddled the baby and watched the two in silence.
He rarely saw Chris with such an expression.
Especially when he was with Wendy. He seemed to be very angry.
He dared not say anything and fled the scene with Zachary.
Wendy seemed to be expecting him, but she did not expect him to look like this. She looked at him indifferently and said, âCanât we just talk here?â
Chris took a deep breath and calmed himself down. âLetâs talk in the room. The guests are almost gone and we need to see Guinevere and her family offâ¦â
âWhy donât you just go and see them off?â Wendy turned around and sat on the sofa, examining her nails. âIf there is nothing important, letâs talk about it at night.â
Chris felt stuffy and walked back and forth. Then, he sat down beside Wendy. âAlright. I will talk to you here.â
He surveyed the surroundings . Seeing that no one was coming, he asked, âWhy did you make Ella your goddaughter?â
âI said it rather clearly.â Wendy shrugged. âI like her very much. Besides, I have no daughter. Canât I want to have her as my daughter?â
The more she explained, the harder it got for Chris to accept things. âIf you want a daughter, canât you just treat Guinevere as your own daughter? She will become almost like our daughter after she marries Weston, wonât she?â
Wendy smirked and said nonchalantly, âBut the problem is, the engagement has already been broken off, so I naturally cannot make her my daughter.â
She deliberately altered the whole idea by reversing the order.
Chrisâs face turned gloomy. âLet me ask you one thing. Do you know the relationship between Ella and Weston?â