Chapter Nineteen

Xavier's POV 

Taking notice of the woman I got married to just yesterday as she steps out of the Mercedes car which brings her to the party, my lips part ways unconsciously at the purity and innocence radiating her flawless milky skin.

Her dress hugs her petite body, giving a clear view of her cleavage and just how sexy she is.

Her hair is down but this time, she isn't trying to defy me by coming to the party with that stupid white hair. The black wig which came off her head the other day is back looking like her real hair.

I am sure she is also not confident about how she looks with that white hair.

She glances around until her eyes meet mine. 

"Boss, are you there?" A voice calls out from the other side, reminding me about the fact that I was on a call before she arrived.