"Get out! Now!" Connor Sutton gritted his teeth. Donovan Xavier stepped forward and patted his shoulder. "After this," he said coolly, "I hope President Sutton remembers to stay far away from my woman." "Otherwise, this was just a few unsavory tricks. Next time, it will be a knife at your throat." With that, he turned, took the woman with him, and got into his car. Connor Sutton watched the car drive away, then turned back, gritted his teeth, and kicked the door in anger. Donovan Xavier brought the woman back to The Xavier Residence. Back in the room, Chloe Preston tossed her bag aside, rushed forward, and flopped onto the large, soft bed, rolling around twice. Her eyes sparkled with joy as she exclaimed, "The bed at home is still the most comfortable—so soft and fragrant!" Donovan Xavier walked over, lay down beside her, and pulled her into his arms. "If you like it so much, then you can spend the rest of your life here." Chloe Preston’s heart skipped a beat. Spend the rest of her life here? What would that make her to him? They were back together now, a proper couple. He treated her well, cared for her, and spoiled her. But would he marry her? Just then, a phone began to ring. Donovan Xavier glanced at the phone and answered. On the other end of the line, Faye Hughes’s dull voice sounded. "Donovan, I have a terrible headache. Can you come over and see me?" Donovan Xavier frowned. "Why do you have a headache?" "I don’t know," Faye said. "It just hurts. My whole body hurts. Donovan, please come check on me." Chloe Preston heard this. With an unreadable expression, she turned over to lie with her back to him. She wondered if he would go. Donovan Xavier said sternly, "If you have a headache, go to the hospital. Have Owen Grant take you. A doctor is more useful than I am." Faye Hughes was momentarily speechless on the phone. Donovan Xavier didn’t say anything more and hung up. He glanced at the woman beside him, her back still turned. He smiled. "It was just a phone call. Are you angry?" Chloe Preston didn’t say a word. Seeing this, Donovan Xavier leaned closer. "Baby." Chloe Preston’s eyes fluttered. "Hmm?" She quite liked it when he called her that. It made her feel cared for, and a sweet feeling blossomed in her heart. He said it so naturally. She wondered if he had ever called anyone else that. Chloe Preston nestled into his warm embrace, thought for a moment, and asked, "Donovan Xavier, I have a question for you." "How did you get through the four years I wasn’t by your side?" Chloe Preston blinked, asking seriously. Donovan Xavier looked at her, his dark eyes deep, but he remained silent. Chloe Preston shifted positions, tugging at his sleeve. "Why aren’t you answering?" "Be honest. After we broke up, did you find another woman?" She sounded lost, unhappy, and a little sour. "What do you think?" Donovan Xavier gently stroked her hair, his gaze doting as he asked her in return. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novelFɪre.net "How would I know?" Chloe Preston’s voice was muffled as she turned her head away from him. Donovan Xavier stopped teasing her and pulled her into a tight embrace. He leaned close to her ear, a hint of tender amusement in his eyes. His voice grew husky. "I’ve only ever had you." Chloe Preston’s thick eyelashes trembled. She looked up at him, her eyes clear and bright. "You’re lying, aren’t you?" With his status, not to mention his devastatingly good looks, countless women must admire him. With so many temptations out there, how could he not have been moved, even a little? Donovan Xavier met her gaze, a smile playing on his lips. "I have no reason to lie to you." "I’m upfront about everything. A yes is a yes, and a no is a no." "Chloe Preston, you are the only woman I have ever had." He was usually flippant, but he delivered this last sentence with the utmost solemnity. Chloe Preston’s heart jolted fiercely. She didn’t respond. A film of moisture seemed to gather in her eyes as she gazed at him for a long, long time. Donovan noticed and frowned. "You don’t believe me?" Of course she believed him. How could she not? She was foolishly naive; she would believe anything he said. Chloe Preston bit her lip, her gaze dropping. "Then, in the four years we were broken up, you didn’t... feel any desire?" Donovan Xavier leaned in closer, his voice turning raspy. "Only for you." Chloe Preston blushed. "Really? There are so many young, beautiful girls out there. You really weren’t tempted at all?" Donovan Xavier chuckled. "By anyone but you." Chloe Preston’s eyes flickered. At that moment, the phone rang again, its ringtone crisp and clear. It was Faye Hughes again. Donovan Xavier hung up without answering. Chloe Preston saw this. "You can answer it. I won’t get angry." Donovan Xavier raised an eyebrow. "Really? You’re not jealous?" "Fine. I’ll go see her, then," he said. "You!" Chloe Preston shot up, instantly anxious. Donovan Xavier just chuckled and pulled her back into his arms. Chloe Preston settled in and looked up at him. "Then, for those four years, what did you do whenever you missed me?" Donovan Xavier gazed at her. "I looked at your photo. Over and over." Chloe Preston paused, then got up from his arms. She went to the desk and retrieved a photo from a drawer. She handed it to him before nestling back into his embrace. Donovan Xavier took it and glanced at it. "How did you know?" In the photo, the woman was gorgeous and gentle, with a hint of cool immaturity. Her eyes were clear and bright, her slightly curled black hair was tucked behind her ear, and her smile was radiant. She looked so pure and beautiful. Chloe Preston spoke softly, "I saw it the first time I came to The Xavier Residence. You must look at it often. The photo is already worn out." "Yes," Donovan Xavier’s voice was tender. After being looked at and handled for four years, it was bound to be worn. Chloe Preston’s eyes sparkled as she looked up with a smile. "Why did you look at my photo?" she asked. She paused, covering her mouth with her hands. "You... you don’t use my photo to..." Before she could finish, a large, well-defined hand rapped her sharply on the head. Chloe Preston rubbed her head, her pretty face scrunching up. "That hurt!" Donovan flicked her forehead again, his handsome face darkening. "Stop spouting nonsense. Am I that kind of person?" Chloe Preston nodded honestly. Donovan Xavier was left speechless. "What nonsense are you thinking? I look at your photo because I miss you." For those four years, he had stared at her photo every lonely night, missing her to the point of madness. He thought of her when he was sober and when he was drunk. When he couldn’t sleep, he thought of her. When he finally slept, she filled his dreams. She was like a curse, woven into his heart and haunting his mind, impossible to dispel. Chloe Preston looked up, her eyes bright, and leaned closer with a smile. "How much did you miss me?" Donovan Xavier’s dark eyes narrowed. He smirked. "Just wait. Your husband is about to show you with his actions." Chloe’s waterfall of hair spread across the bed. For a long moment, however, Donovan made no move. He simply gazed down at her, his eyes brimming with tenderness.