Chapter 425
Yanis frowned. Allison sniffled, “Why is your mom so hostile towards me? My dad clearly saved your dad’s life with his own, yet your mom acts like she wants me gone. Why is that?”
Yanis remained silent. Allison grabbed his wrist. With a slight force, she removed Yanis’s hand from her chin. She sat to the side, looking out the window, a touch of bitterness in her eyes. “All these years I’ve never figured it out, but now—”
“Did Xayvion give you an answer?” Yanis interrupted her sharply.
Xayvion didn’t give her any direct answers, but he did drop a bombshell in her heart. A storm of emotions stirred up; now she needed to dig deeper to see if she could find some peace.
Yanis held her slim neck, pulling her back into his embrace, his forehead touching hers. Their breaths mingled. “Xayvion isn’t a good person; just forget whatever he told you, okay?” His tone was cold, almost controlling.
Allison gently placed her hands on his chest, trying to push him away, little by little. However, his grip on her neck tightened. “Be good, Allison. Don’t meet him anymore, okay?”
Allison’s breathing was uneven as she glanced at Yanis. They were so close, she couldn’t make out the emotions in his eyes, but she could clearly sense his dangerous hostility towards Xayvion.
Back in Fiorenza, Ella was trying hard to find some gossip to take her mind off things. But after hanging up on Stephanie and Allison, she still couldn’t shake the image of waking up that morning with nothing on.
During the day, Lorenzo went out. She tried to leave, but there were so many bodyguards that she failed. Lorenzo didn’t return until the evening. The two of them sat facing each other in the dining room, with the table covered in Long Harbor dishes. Ella quietly poked at the food on her plate, barely taking a bite.
Lorenzo glanced at her hardly touched food. “Aren’t you supposed to be a big eater? Why is your appetite like a cat’s?”
He was really out of line. She had never said she was a big eater. She looked at Lorenzo expectantly; her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but felt too embarrassed. Lorenzo seemed to notice she wanted to speak and asked coldly, “What?” His tone was icy, clearly showing he had little patience.
Ella gulped, thinking, ‘How am I supposed to start this conversation? Just directly ask why I woke up without clothes last night?’ Even worse, she noticed some stains on the sheets. She wasn’t sure she could stand it if he said that they had…
Lorenzo asked, “Not hungry?”
Ella shook her head. She wanted to eat, but with so much on her mind, nothing tasted good. Especially in front of Lorenzo, she really had no appetite. The butler and the servants here were odd. They wouldn’t serve meals until Lorenzo got back, even if it was already 8 PM. She had been hungry for ages, but with Lorenzo there, she just couldn’t eat.
“Uh, can I ask about the clothes I was wearing last night…” As Ella said this, her heart was in her throat. She had to ask. She couldn’t shake off the unease without getting to the bottom of such a big issue. Swallowing hard, she avoided Lorenzo’s gaze, trying her best to ignore the dangerous vibe he was giving off, and then straightened herself up and asked, “Was it you who took them off?”