Donovan Xavier walked up, his handsome face unparalleled, his lips slightly pale, a hint of faint sorrow in his eyes. Not far away, Owen Grant and Faye Hughes heard the commotion and looked back. "Donovan, you’re here." Donovan Xavier didn’t say a word. He walked over with heavy steps, crouched down, and placed the flowers in his hand on the tombstone before him. For a long time, his dark eyes remained fixed on the gravestone, his body seemingly frozen in place. Faye Hughes glanced at him, bit her lip, and took out her phone to secretly snap a photo. She tapped the screen a few times. 「Meanwhile, at the jade shop.」 Chloe Preston stood before her employees, frowning as she scolded them. She had been spending the last few days with her man and hadn’t been managing the shop’s affairs, which resulted in them slacking off with lazy attitudes. After speaking for a while, Chloe Preston took a sip of water to compose herself. Just then, a notification sounded from her phone. She glanced at it; someone was trying to add her as a friend again. Chloe Preston wasn’t a fool. She could tell at a glance that the account belonged to Faye Hughes. What does she want now? Chloe Preston accepted the request. After all, people are curious, and she wanted to see what Faye intended to do. The next second, a photo of Donovan was sent over. Chloe Preston glanced at it, her clear, watery eyes narrowing slightly. A message from Faye Hughes followed. [Hmph, see? In Donovan’s heart, I’m the most important one!] Chloe Preston wasn’t angry. She knew there was nothing between them; the younger girl purely disliked her and was just looking for any opportunity to provoke her. Faye Hughes sent another message. [I’m asking you, seeing Donovan here with me, aren’t you just furious?] The words were dripping with arrogance. Chloe Preston’s eyes remained placid. Her fingers moved lightly across her phone as she sent a cool reply. [Mhm, already dead. Do not disturb.] She had no desire to bicker with her, so after another tap on her phone, she blacklisted Faye again. Then, she took a screenshot and sent it to Donovan, along with a few blunt voice messages. [Donovan Xavier, based on the trust I have in you, I’m giving you one chance to explain yourself!] [Where are you, what are you doing, and why is Faye Hughes there with you? Explain everything clearly, or else...] [When you get back, I won’t let you hug me, and you’ll be sleeping on the sofa every single night!] Back at the cemetery, Faye Hughes tapped her phone to send another message. A glaring red exclamation point popped up. She blacklisted her again! That bitch, how dare she! Faye Hughes gritted her teeth, clutching her phone so tightly it seemed she would crush it. In a fit of rage, she raised her hand and smashed the phone on the ground, shattering it into pieces. Owen Grant heard the noise, turned, and glared at her, signaling for her to be quiet. Donovan Xavier also glanced back at her, his brows furrowed in anger. "How unreasonable." Seeing this, Faye Hughes immediately put on a docile and understanding expression, walking over to stand by his side. Donovan Xavier paid her no more attention, staring silently at the tombstone, his heart a tumultuous and complicated storm. He had always carried himself with pride, but at this moment, his eyes were tinged with red. Faye Hughes watched him cautiously and pursed her lips. "Donovan, don’t be too sad. My brother is living a good life on the other side." Donovan Xavier didn’t respond. His tall, imposing figure appeared all the more lonely and desolate in the bleak, cold wind. This was Timothy Hughes’s tomb. Faye Hughes’s biological brother. His best comrade-in-arms. Two years ago, they had gone on a dangerous mission to Norvo together. In the end, Donovan made it back alive, but Timothy was left there forever. The matter was like a thorn lodged in his heart, one that refused to go away. While Timothy was still alive, he had entrusted Donovan with taking care of his younger sister, hoping he would marry her. Donovan Xavier had refused. He had no romantic feelings for Faye Hughes and would never marry her; doing so would only be a disservice to her. He simply treated her as he would his own sister, Isla Xavier, ensuring she never lacked for anything materially. After all, he had more than enough money. After a long while, the cold wind swept around them as thunder rumbled, heralding an impending rain. Owen Grant clapped him on the shoulder. "Let’s go. It’s about to rain." Donovan Xavier nodded, his deep eyes filled with melancholy. He turned and walked away, his steps heavy. He took his phone out of his pocket, intending to check the time. Just then, he saw the voice messages from her. Donovan Xavier listened to them one by one. Soon, his thin lips curved into a slight smile, and he chuckled softly. At a time , hearing her voice eased his mood considerably. He tapped his phone and replied. [Be good. Wait for me to get back, and I promise I’ll explain everything.] He put his phone away and continued down the hill. Suddenly, a faint cry came from a patch of grass not far away. Donovan Xavier paused. He walked over, bent down, pushed the grass aside, and took a look. It was a little orange cat, skinny as a rail and filthy from head to tail. A closer look revealed it had a broken hind leg. It nestled obediently in the withered grass, its round eyes staring intently at the man as it let out a soft, pitiful meow. He felt a stirring in his heart and reached out to touch it. Faye Hughes stopped him. "Donovan, don’t touch it! Wild cats are fierce and they love to bite people!" "It’s okay." Donovan Xavier insisted on touching it anyway. Get full chapters from ⓝovelFire.net The moment he touched its head, the little cat bit down on his finger. Its teeth were sharp, feeling as if they could snap the bone. It hurt quite a bit. The skin broke, and it started to bleed. Donovan Xavier narrowed his eyes slightly. He didn’t struggle, merely watching it calmly. The little orange cat met his unfathomable gaze, shivered, let go of his finger, and shrank back trembling. Utterly spineless. It then put on an obedient look again and meowed gently. Donovan Xavier’s lips curled into a smile, and he clicked his tongue softly. "So you’re both obedient and wild. But I like it!" He looked at the cat as if reminded of someone, and his eyes filled with tenderness. Then, he picked it up by the scruff of its neck with one hand and carried it down the mountain. At the foot of the mountain, Liam Keane was standing patiently in front of the car. Seeing Donovan approach, he immediately walked up. "Mr. Xavier, President Thatcher arranged to discuss the collaboration with you today. Shall we head over now?" Liam Keane nodded. His gaze fell on the little orange cat dangling from Donovan’s hand, and he frowned slightly. "Mr. Xavier, this is..." "My treasure," Donovan Xavier said. Liam Keane was silently perplexed. An emaciated, dirty, smelly little stray cat... what kind of treasure is that? Donovan Xavier glanced up at him and shoved the cat into his arms. "I’m giving you a task. Clean it from head to toe, make it smell nice, and deliver it to my apartment." Liam Keane was speechless. He really did get stuck with all the dirty work. Inside a private room at an exclusive business club. Donovan Xavier leaned back on the sofa, his legs crossed. His dark eyes were cold and sharp, and his entire aura was one of aristocratic indifference, tinged with a hint of laziness. He casually swirled the wine in his glass and took a shallow sip. The rich, mellow liquid was intoxicating as it went down. The slender figure of Chloe Preston suddenly flashed in his mind. He suddenly missed her. He wanted to go back and hug her right away.