He had to compete with his nephew.
It was totally unfair.
“Why are you standing here alone?” Daisy came.
It was a bit cold and she wrapped herself in a shawl.
Xavier relaxed his face and turned into his usual playful self. “Are you worrying about me?”
Daisy’s eyes flickered. She was used to his random sweet words and nodded. “It is almost time. When
are you going back?”
Xavier smiled as he approached her. He pulled the shawl off her shoulder. “You don’t look good this
way. You look best when you show your collarbones.”
Daisy furrowed her brows. “But I will be cold this way.”
Xavier raised his brows. “The Daisy I know wouldn’t care about that little thing.”
She was an elite white-collar worker who always wore high heels and looked smart in all situations.
Since when had she become like a little girl who would cower in a shawl?
Daisy’s face changed, and she took off the shawl. “Are you satisfied now?”
Xavier draped his hand around her shoulder and caressed her. “This looks better.”
He liked her this way.
Like a rose blooming in the cold wind. Though it was a bit deliberate , what was more important was
that it looked better this way.
After the goddaughter incident, Wendy brought Zachary to the butler and order him, “He spit up milk
just now, so don’t feed him first. If he is tired, bring him back to his room.”
As soon as she said that, she felt a strong aura coming from the back.
Chris stood behind her and said coldly, “Come with me. I need to talk to you.”
The butler’s face changed. He cuddled the baby and watched the two in silence.
He rarely saw Chris with such an expression.
Especially when he was with Wendy. He seemed to be very angry.
He dared not say anything and fled the scene with Zachary.
Wendy seemed to be expecting him, but she did not expect him to look like this. She looked at him
indifferently and said, “Can’t we just talk here?”
Chris took a deep breath and calmed himself down. “Let’s talk in the room. The guests are almost gone
and we need to see Guinevere and her family off…”
“Why don’t you just go and see them off?” Wendy turned around and sat on the sofa, examining her
nails. “If there is nothing important, let’s talk about it at night.”
Chris felt stuffy and walked back and forth. Then, he sat down beside Wendy. “Alright. I will talk to you
here.”
He surveyed the surroundings . Seeing that no one was coming, he asked, “Why did you make Ella
your goddaughter?”
“I said it rather clearly.” Wendy shrugged. “I like her very much. Besides, I have no daughter. Can’t I
want to have her as my daughter?”
The more she explained, the harder it got for Chris to accept things. “If you want a daughter, can’t you
just treat Guinevere as your own daughter? She will become almost like our daughter after she marries
Weston, won’t she?”
Wendy smirked and said nonchalantly, “But the problem is, the engagement has already been broken
off, so I naturally cannot make her my daughter.”
She deliberately altered the whole idea by reversing the order.
Chris’s face turned gloomy. “Let me ask you one thing. Do you know the relationship between Ella and
Weston?”
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