Xavier Warren just looked at her, expressionless.
Apologies, whether genuine or insincere, didn't matter to him anymore. Nearly two years had passed, and he had already forgotten many things. Eleanor Whittaker—if she hadn't suddenly appeared in front of him, he really wouldn't have remembered that someone like her had ever been in his life.
People really are forgetful.
And now, he didn't want to get too involved with Eleanor Whittaker.
He liked his current life, though sometimes Nora Harrow made him furious, he enjoyed it.
Because of Nora Harrow, he didn't want to get tangled up with Eleanor Whittaker again.
He knew Nora Harrow's personality too well, she was the kind who couldn't tolerate even a grain of sand in her eye. If he got as entangled with Eleanor Whittaker as before, he couldn't imagine the chaos that would follow.
