Xavier Warren remained silent.
Eleanor Whittaker cried and said, "You think I've always used you, that's why you're so angry. Actually, I know I was too much towards you, but ever since you wanted to break up with me, I realized that my feelings for your brother were just an obsession. The one I love is you."
Xavier Warren slightly frowned.
"Xavier, have you forgotten what you once told me? You said after your parents passed away, I was the first person to give you warmth. You said I saved your life, and you would be good to me for the rest of your life. How can you not want me now? I promise you, I will never think about your brother again. I want to be with you, Xavier, let's truly begin!"
Eleanor Whittaker spoke as her red lips parted slightly, her breath fragrant, her enchanting big eyes moist and misty, and her body clinging to Xavier like an octopus, pressing her proud curves against him, as if about to pounce him onto the bed.
Xavier Warren remained dumbfounded.
