I was still shaken up and didn’t dare let him
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I pushed him away, my eyes filled with tears.
I didn’t know if Xavier Van Derlyn was a psycho,
but what he’d just done wasn’t something a normal person would do.
I scrambled to get out of bed and run away, but
he suddenly pulled me into his arms.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
Xavier begged me not to run off like that, pointing to the red marks on my neck. “If you go out like this, Leanne will see, and she’ll
definitely tell my mom. My mom thought I was
doing better. If she sees you like this… she’ll be worried.”
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What did he mean by “doing better“?
I sucked in a breath. “Xavier, tell me the truth. What the hell just happened to you?”
Xavier held me close, looking at the marks on my neck with genuine concern.
He explained that the doctors had diagnosed him with post–traumatic stress disorder, which can also lead to manic episodes.
It hadn’t happened in years, so he had stopped taking his medication.
“I don’t know what happened just now. But the doctor said that even though my condition is under control, I have to avoid getting too
excited. Maybe last night, it was a little too exciting.”
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I silently cursed under my breath. “Excited” was
an understatement.
The way Xavier had been acting, you’d think he
had never seen a woman before in his life.
I had always wondered why Xavier, who had looks, height, wealth, an understanding mother, and a quiet personality, and was anything but a player, would be pushed out into an arranged marriage.
He had to have a mental issue.
But compared to being a natural–born
psychopath, this kind of PTSD–induced
psychological problem seemed a little easier to handle?
I turned to face Xavier, staring into his eyes for
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a moment before saying, “You know, the marks
on my neck, they look kind of like curves in
Euclidean space.”
Xavier’s eyes lit up, and he pulled me closer,
kissing my neck.
Just then, my phone rang.
It was my sister, Hailey. She called to wish me a happy wedding and said that she and her
boyfriend, Alex, would come over later to see
- me.
I knew that on the second day of my marriage, she wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to see her “masterpiece.”
She wanted to see me bedridden and covered
in bruises, right?
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I hung up the phone, looking at Xavier with a
glint in my eye.
I said that if he didn’t want me to tell Mrs. Van
Derlyn, he could get away with it this time, but never again.
And when my sister came over, he would have to listen to me.
Xavier nodded repeatedly, and I knew what to do.
Just as Hailey was looking forward to seeing me, I was looking forward to the look of shock on her face when she arrived.
She would never understand why her psycho husband from the last life was now running around in a floral apron, busy preparing a table
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full of food, while —
Was lounging on the couch, showing off my flushed cheeks and a neck covered in hickeys, groaning and moaning like I was about to die.
“Riley, are you not feeling well?”
Hailey rushed over, grabbing my hand,
examining me from head to toe.
Seeing that I had all my arms and legs, she was clearly disappointed.
“It’s nothing, Hailey, I’m fine. My back just hurts a little.”
I sprawled out on the couch like a cat. Xavier, after setting out the food, picked me up from the couch and held me possessively.
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He glanced at Hailey, his smile warm and
comforting. “Hailey, it’s all my fault. I made Riley too tired.”
I watched Hailey’s mouth drop open, as if she had been gagged.
I chuckled to myself.
She still didn’t want to believe it, did she?
How could her psycho husband from the past life have suddenly turned into such a virtuous man?
She didn’t believe it, grabbing my arm, looking over my waist, chest, shoulders, and back.
She was sure that I had internal injuries.
