Chapter 1130
“Unless he has other ulterior motives, he’s really taking his relationship with Xyla very seriously this time around.”
Nolan stroked the ends of Maisie’s hair. “It just so happens that I’m going to travel to Yaramoor to visit Tristan in a
week. Do you want to tag along?”
Maisie adjusted his tie for him. “Of course. Xyla helped promote Soul Jewelry’s products back then and managed to
boost our sales by a significant margin, so how can I not go?” Nolan’s eyes were filled with affection. Xyla had just
finished drying her hair when her cell phone rang. She was slightly relieved when she saw that Maisie had replied to
her message.
She shoved the phone back under the pillow immediately upon hearing the footsteps that were coming from the
other side of the door.
Yorrick pushed open the door, walked in, and saw her sitting in front of the dresser, smearing hair care products.
He then squinted. “You didn’t eat your breakfast today.”
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“I’m not hungry.” Xyla combed her long hair back and looked at him in the mirror.”
Being a celebrity, I have to stay in shape, so one less meal is equivalent to less calorie intake.”
Yorrick walked behind her, stretched his arms out, propped them against the table beside her, grabbed a clump of
her black hair, and pressed them against his lips. “I prefer you to be plumper than you are now.
Xyla looked unconcerned. “I don’t want to be the person that you like.”
He chuckled and stroked her cheek with his palm. “I’ll accept anything as long as they come from you, Ms.
Mayweather.”
She turned to look at Yorrick. “I want to go shopping. Staying in a hotel every day from dawn till dusk is too boring.”
Yorrick pinched her chin with his fingertips and lifted her face. “It’s better if you don’t go out for a while.”
“What do you mean?” Xyla flung his hand away and stood up. “Yorrick Hathaway, do you know that you’re actually
imprisoning me illegally? My work, endorsements, and events have been delayed for so long. I’m losing a lot of
money because of you!”
Yorrick wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into her arms. She subconsciously propped her hands
against his chest so that she would not kiss him accidentally.
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He smirked. “You’re the one who asked for everything to be postponed a month in advance. Do you care about the
loss?”
She turned her face away. “Can I regret my decision now? I’m in need of money now.”
He responded instantly, “How much do you need? I can give it to you.”
Xyla was exasperated. “I don’t want your money.”
Yorrick held her in his arms and said, “I’m not letting you go out during this time for your own sake.”
“For my own sake?” Xyla turned her head and snorted. She then thought of something and looked into Yorrick’s
profound eyes. “You’re afraid that your fiancee will make a move on me, aren’t you?”
Yorrick raised his eyebrows and did not reply to that.
Xyla gave off an indifferent smirk and stroked his collar. “Mr. Hathaway, you’re the one who’s caused me trouble
because you’ve brought me to Yaramoor. You won’t be able to shake the responsibility off your shoulders if your
fiancee manages to lay a finger on me.”
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“So…” He paused for a few seconds and approached her. “I won’t let you out because I hold myself accountable for
your safety.” Seeing that he had admitted it Xyla was slightly startled and remained silent for a minute. “Then when
can I go out?” Yorrick supported her cheeks in his palms. “Entertain me. Maybe I’ll take you out if you can make me
happy.” Xyla glanced at him. “How do you wish to be entertained?” Yorrick ran his finger over her seductive lips and
asked with a smirk on his face,” What do you think, Ms. Mayweather?”
She immediately reacted to what he meant and pulled off the belt of the bathrobe. The bathrobe slid to the floor,
exposing her smooth and fair body.
Yorrick glanced down at her body, but his expression looked indifferent.
Xyla wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed the corner of his lips. Yorrick’s eyes dimmed even when her kiss
landed on his Adam’s apple.
The turbulence at the bottom of his eyes surged as he pushed her onto the dressing table. Xyla was not prepared
for that, and he broke her defense without any struggle.
Neither of them knew how many hours had gone by-Xyla was pulled into his arms as if she was a drowning woman.
Yorrick lifted the hair that was sticking to her cheeks, tucked it behind her ears, and stared into her slightly hollow
eyes. “This isn’t the only way to make me happy.”