Why Pretend
When Keizu drifted into a peaceful slumber, Xavierre made a decision to have his adjutant carefully transport the child back to the car, ensuring his safety while the watchful driver remained by their side. The empty chairs in the hospital's waiting area left Seraphyne and Xavierre in their own space.
The clean environment was chilly, with the air conditioning set to its coldest, and the once-crowded hospital had grown quiet. Seraphyne found herself shivering, her arms wrapped around her for warmth. Xavierre, ever the gentleman, promptly removed his outer blazer and extended it to her.
Gratefully, Seraphyne accepted his gesture and donned the blazer, grateful for the added warmth it provided. 'Is he always this thoughtful? The smell of his perfume, why does it feel so familiar to me? But I couldn't remember anything about encountering him.'
"I want to make a deal with you," his voice was cold and distant.