Chapter 6
Xavier rarely cared about school gossip.
He had his own schedule—never letting anything outside of academics or me disturb it.
But he knew this matter’s influence could spiral.
His face grew colder.
“I understand,” he said curtly.
That night, he waited for me under the library eaves, holding an umbrella in the pouring rain.
His composed, elegant aura drew glances from passing students.
When I stepped out, a faint smile touched his eyes.
“There’s something I need to explain.”
He sighed softly.
“Nora, Lilian is just my junior. The data affects the whole group’s grades—I wasn’t helping only her.”
I looked into his eyes, searching for the warmth I used to know.
But found none.
“Nora, I’m sorry.”
A voice sounded behind him—Lilian’s.
We both turned.
She stood in the rain, drenched, bending in a ninety-degree bow.
“Yesterday’s data went wrong; I panicked and called Xavier. It was my mistake. Please forgive me—and forgive him.”
The crowd in the library doorway turned to watch.
Rainwater—or tears—ran down her face, yet her lips curved slightly in quiet triumph.
She glanced up at Xavier, hoping for a touch of sympathy.
He said nothing.
Her hope died instantly.
I arched a brow.
“Everyone knows Xavier is my Mate, yet you still had improper thoughts and acted on them. This chance is Xavier’s gift. What I want is his apology. As for you—I will never forgive you.”
Lilian froze, unprepared for such blunt refusal.
Rain concealed the embarrassment on her face.
“Nora, she just wants to apologize,” Xavier finally said.
He knew my temper—petty, stubborn, slow to forgive.
But he was Xavier—the man I’d loved seven years.
Our bond spanned seven years of time.
In my mind, Clara, my inner wolf, growled lowly:
“He’s already betrayed us.”
I held back my anger.
“You should be glad I’m civilized, or the water in my tumbler would already be on your face.”
I decided to give us one last chance.
Seven years were hard to abandon completely.
“Just this once.”
“You don’t have to make it such a big deal,” he said.
At dinner later, Xavier set down his knife and fork slowly.
“About the Reddit post… we should talk calmly. Otherwise, it’ll be hard to end this properly.”
His tone calm—like advising a stranger.
I stared at him, feeling my heart gradually freeze.
That face, from high school till now, had always captivated me.
