Chapter 651 Nemesis
“It’s me,” Xavier answered. He was happy that Veronica was on high alert, but he also felt sad for her. What kind of horrors did she experience to sharpen her senses so much?
Xavier? Veronica tucked the dagger away. “I thought it was your wedding night. Why are you here?”
“Just here to see what you’re doing. You did say you were too busy to attend the wedding.” He stood before her, staring down at her.
The room was still dark, and the only source of light came from outside. They could vaguely see each other, but the looks on their faces were hidden.
She had no answer to his question, so she just plopped down on the couch and said, “You should leave. Antheena’s gonna be worried if she finds you missing.”
“She was in a great mood the whole day and had knocked herself out.”
“It doesn’t matter. You’re her husband, so you should stay with her no matter what happens.”
“Are you lecturing me?”
“J-Just a friendly reminder.” She turned her attention to the dark skyline and said nothing more.
Xavier sneered. After he had adjusted to the darkness, he took out a bottle of red wine and two glasses from the wine cabinet. When he turned around and saw Veronica’s baby bump, he realized she was still pregnant, so he tucked one glass away.
He took the seat across from her and placed the glass on the table. With ease, he uncorked the bottle and poured one glass for himself to enjoy.
The scent of wine was alluring to Veronica. Ever since Matthew’s disappearance, her days were filled with stress and anxiety. She really wanted to enjoy some wine, but her pregnancy was stopping her.
“Why are you here anyway?” She leaned against the couch and rested her head on her hand, her attention fixated on Xavier.
Despite the room being dark, the two of them did not go to turn on the lamps as if they had gotten used to the dim light in the night.
“No matter what happens, the fact that we used to be comrades is true. Do you really have to go so far to reject me?” He raised his glass and took a sip, and then he chortled.
“We have our own families here. Staying alone in a room together won’t bode well for our happiness.”
“Are you worried about me?”
“No. I just don’t want anyone to take this the wrong way.” She tilted her head and looked outside.
The winter air misted the windows, blurring the lights that shone outside. She swore she saw Matthew staring back at her from amongst the lights and that she could hear his laughter.
Xavier noticed her lying motionlessly and spacing out, and he immediately knew what she was thinking. “Are you thinking about him?”
She didn’t answer for the longest time. Just when he was about to break the silence, she asked, “Would you have remained enemies if he was still alive?”
He stared down at the . His eyes shone like glistening obsidians drenched by the rain, but that glimmer died the moment she asked him that question.
“Yes.” He clenched his glass tighter. “It won’t end until one of us is dead,” he stated.
Another long silence followed. She didn’t mean to cut off the conversation, but she had no idea what to say after that. Matthew was directly involved in Melissa’s death, but half of it was her fault. Even putting her death aside, what Matthew did to Xavier was enough to warrant a lifelong grudge.
