Xavier with Bella's belongings

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After taking the shower, Bella walked up to the mirror, squeezing the water out of her hair. However, before taking a bath, she tied polythene around her foot, which saved the place from getting infected, as said the nurse. The second thing was that from that day onwards she did not feel any pain. Many times she wanted to remove the bandage to see the condition, but could not do so without reason.

She was in a lot of moods these days.

Just like she had no mood to go downstairs for dinner because she knew Alexander had left for work by this time. She had asked, though, where he would go, but he didn't tell her the full story. Hence, she didn't pester further because they were not a serious couple who would share each other whereabouts.

Her mind was jammed with Alexander. It could not take a rest yet for a moment from thinking about him. He was like a worm, eating her bone and soul. Now she was muddled about whether she had fallen for him already, which would be a cataclysm.

Bella had so many things in her mind but feared to ask Alexander, stressing to offend him. Hence, she took measures before spilling a single word and it made her feel bound.

"I don't know what I am doing. And at the moment he is good, but I am scared. What if he changes tomorrow or later tomorrow? Can I accept it suddenly? O, god. Tell me I am doing right," Isabella talked to herself, looking in the mirror. Her flushed cheeks further accentuated her gorgeous and innocent face. Embracing the allure, her beauty can be called transcendental.

She plugged the dryer in, untangling the wire. At that time, she heard a knock on the door. Her hands stopped, and she turned her eyes back to the door. Her face contoured in confusion, not hearing knocks later than the one. She waited, then shook her head, thinking she heard wrong, but then several knocks welcomed her.

Bella opened her mouth, "Who?" and made her way to the door. It was probably the butler because she hadn't gone down to dinner yet. Maybe he was worried. Her hand reached for the lock and twisted to open it, but she was unwilling to greet the man who was standing outside the door.

She could not want to stand even for a second. He made her uncomfortable as if he was going to snare her, and the smile on his face. Argh! She hated it.

"What are you doing here?" Left a cold voice, bringing the door close from wide open. Bella huffed a breath next.

"What kind of attitude is that? Can't you soften your voice a little?" said Xavier, taking a step toward her. To annoy her, Xavier pushed the door a bit, and Bella flared up. He was grinning inside, knowing Bella would yell at him and it would be fun. Suddenly, when did I start pursuing this interest? Xavier smirked inside.

"Stop your nonsense. What are you doing here?" Bella asked with a downcast mood, which turned into a black pool of turbulent anger.

"I am a gentleman." Bella saw him shake his head as he muttered four proud words for himself.

She didn't blink as her eyes waited impatiently for him to finish the rest of his words so that she could close the door and rest.

Xavier brought his hand to the front, which was holding the same bag Isabella had left in the park. Bella got struck by the sight as she didn't expect to get her bag from someone unexpected. What is this man up to? Bella couldn't help but contemplate.

"Can you just stop doubting me? I am sure it is your bag and for your kind information, I didn't put a bomb in it." Xavier twisted his lips and handed the bag to him for a closer look. He didn't mind paying attention to human characteristics, but he couldn't deny how beautiful this woman was.

Satan had planned everything and didn't even leave a mistake. He even plotted accurately how to make her stay beside him and that's what makes me drawn toward you, Isabella. Xavier thought with sly eyes.

"Who would steal a girl's belongings," Xavier spoke out intentionally, as Bella was scanning her things, but it didn't mean she thought her things got stolen. Immediately, a blush crept upon her face, which she tried to cover with anger.

"I am not you who carried riled thoughts," Isabella said curtly and threw the bag on her bed without leaving the door. She still standing wet hair and a bare face that made her look more feminine.

"Have you had dinner?" Xavier expressed another concern, taking steps back. Isabella felt like puking. No, this cannot be real. She understood this man when Xavier first blamed her for doing something she couldn't even imagine. She did not know if that was intentional, but he was no good.

"Thank you for your concern, but I have no mood for dinner. If you have done with the inquiry, I want to close off the door," Isabella answered with a smile. Having Dinner with him, she wasn't interested.

"Is this because Alexander isn't here?" said Xavier with raised brows that had examined the girl in every way, but she hadn't swayed yet.

Fascinating!