Unhappily Married by; Rachel N.

Part 17

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Just like the previous day, Xavier continued to play the role of Joanne's driver, ferrying her around town with a mask of indifference. Nikita waited patiently for the moment Joanne was out of sight, her curiosity getting the better of her. She approached Xavier with a sense of trepidation, her voice laced with concern. "Hey, Xavier, can I talk to you for a minute? I heard from Maxwell that you have some problems, is everything okay?" she asked, her eyes locked onto his.

Xavier's eyes narrowed, his expression guarded, his mind racing with the turmoil he'd been feeling. "Why are you asking me that?" he replied, his tone firm, trying to keep his emotions in check.

Nikita's gaze remained sincere, her voice soft. "I was just worried about you. I mean, if it had something to do with the deed of ownership again or something. I called you yesterday, but you didn't call back," she explained, her words dripping with genuine concern.

Xavier's expression turned cold, his eyes flashing with anger, as he struggled to keep his feelings hidden. "Why should I pick up your calls? And why would you be worried about my problems? We are nothing but strangers to each other, aren't we?" he spat, his words venomous, a defense mechanism to mask his true emotions.

Nikita felt like she'd been slapped, her eyes stinging from the harsh words. She stood frozen, feeling like a fool for approaching him, as Xavier's words made it clear that he wanted nothing to do with her. "I mean, I'm not your husband or anything, so you shouldn't be worried about what's going on with me. Don't even get interested in what I'm up to," he continued, his voice rising, his anger simmering just below the surface.

"Don't you remember what you told me the last time?" He asked.

Nikita's voice was barely audible, her words trembling. "We shouldn't talk until it's really necessary," she stammered, her eyes welling up with tears.

Xavier's expression turned even darker, his eyes blazing with anger, as he fought to keep his true feelings hidden. "I don't find it necessary anymore to talk to you," he snarled, before turning on his heel and getting into his car, leaving Nikita standing alone.
As he drove away, Xavier's mind raced with conflicting emotions. He wanted to be with Nikita, but his pride and fear of rejection made him push her away. He checked his call history, his heart sinking when he didn't see her number on the list. He concluded that she had been lying, trying to manipulate him, not realizing that Joanne had deleted the call. His anger simmered, his mind reeling with the thought of Nikita trying to play him. Little did he know, Nikita's concern was genuine, and his harsh words had left her heartbroken.

Detective Johan's voice was stern on the phone as he contacted Xavier again. "Xavier, we need to talk. I have some suspicions about Maxwell."

Xavier's mind raced as he listened intently. "What do you mean? What suspicions?"

"The packages, Xavier. They were delivered to no one other than Maxwell. But here's the thing - the delivery company responsible for the first package claims they didn't deliver anything to Artem Textile or to Maxwell. And when we checked the CCTV footages around Artem Textile, we found no one delivering anything. It's like the package just magically appeared."

Xavier's eyes narrowed. "What are you saying, Johan? That Maxwell is behind this?"

"I'm saying we need to keep an eye on him. Something doesn't add up. And I think Maxwell might be hiding something."

Xavier's mind was reeling. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Maxwell was suspected of being involved in this sinister game.

Meanwhile, Xavier had been trying the number that had the first package delivered, but it was still unreachable. He had almost given up hope when, to his amazement, his phone rang while he was going through some paperwork at the headquarters. His heart skipped a beat as he saw the familiar number flashing on his screen.