She made eye contact with Xavier, and instantly, her blood went cold.
Anastasia couldn’t speak or breathe, she was as stiff as a mannequin as her breath caught up in her throat.
’What is he doing here? Did he hear everything I said?’ She wondered as she continued to stare at him. He was unmoving, barely even blinking at her as they continued to stare at each other.
Xavier stared at Jennifer’s blue eyes in confusion. She had hazel eyes, and now her eyes were blue.
Mr. Steven’s grunt was the only sound that made them realize that they’d been staring at each other for too long.
"I forgot my wristwatch, and you didn’t lock your door," he said as he waved the wristwatch in front of Anastasia. Then his gaze landed on Mr. Steven who was bleeding profusely. "I didn’t know you could hit like that," he said.
From his tone, he didn’t seem to have heard any word Anastasia had exchanged with Mr. Steven. Her shoulders dropped as she sighed in relief.
"He was starting to make things too difficult for so I decided to give him a piece of my mind," Anastasia replied, playing along. If Xavier had heard anything, he would have realized that she was Anastasia, his wife.
However, he was calm and his expression was the sa as always, unreadable. Now she wished she could read his face and know what he was thinking.
Mr. Steven was already unconscious as he continued to bleed. But Anastasia didn’t give him any thought. He wasn’t going to die anyway. She grabbed a nearby napkin and quickly wiped her bloody hands clean. They ached due to how hard she’d been punching him. He deserved it.
"So you ca back for your wristwatch?" She asked as they headed back to the living room and Xavier nodded. "It’s already late and Tracie is already waiting for in the car," he added when they reached the door. His heart felt heavy but he decided to ignore the feeling.
All of a sudden, he reached for Anastasia’s face and tugged her dark hair behind her ears. The gesture caught Anastasia off guard and her heart skipped a beat. She looked at him, but he didn’t say anything.
Xavier brought his hand to his side and said, "Goodbye." Without waiting a second, he turned and exited from there, leaving Anastasia confused.
This ti, Anastasia waited for the car to drive away before she closed her door and locked it right behind her.
**
Xavier arrived in Radiantia with Tracie and the latter stared at him with confusion evident in her gaze. Throughout their journey, from leaving Anastasia’s house to the airport, until they arrived, he never said a word. Which only made her wonder what could have happened inside.
"Hey? Why have you been quiet ever since? Is sothing the matter?" She asked, concerned this ti around.
"About the orange juice...." He said and Tracie stiffened for a second before getting herself back together. Then Xavier shook his head. "I’ll drop you off at the Clark mansion."
After dropping Tracie at the Clark mansion, he turned the car and went to et with a long-ti friend. It was Mark, the doctor who’d treated Anastasia after he’d saved her three years ago.
"Xavier, what brings you here?" Mark asked.
"I want you to do sothing for ," Xavier asked, his tone laced with so much seriousness it caused Mark to shiver slightly.
"Go on."
Xavier brought out two transparent bags from his pockets. "In these two bags are hair strands from two different people. I want you to run a DNA test as soon as possible and let know if they’re related," he said, his breath getting tighter with each word he said.
"Okay, but who does this strand of hair belong to?" Mark asked as he took the bag from
Xavier, sampling them.
"A...a certain woman and Tracie," Xavier replied.
From Xavier’s tone, Mark could sense he didn’t want to continue the conversation and only wanted him to run the DNA tests as soon as possible.
"Wait here, I’ll run the test imdiately. The result should co out in a few hours. Will you wait for it here or have deliver it to your house?" He asked.
"I’ll wait." Without saying another word, Mark turned on his heels and went to do the DNA test.
Xavier took a seat, his heart beating rapidly against his chest.
Earlier, he was about to drive off but recalled he couldn’t find his wristwatch. He went back, only to find out that Jennifer didn’t lock the door. He pushed the door slightly open, thinking he would find her in the living room but he didn’t.
Xavier found his wristwatch on the table, he wore it and attempted to leave but still, he couldn’t feel the woman’s presence. He searched for her in the house but nothing, until he ca around so contact lens containers in her room. He felt guilty for snooping around the house but worry filled his heart.
He rembered the basent and decided to head down there only for him to hear a woman yell. And that was when he found her, beating up Mr. Steven. Although he couldn’t understand what they were talking about because he ca down too late, he already sensed it was a sensitive topic for her to lash out at the doctor.
She’d stared at him with tearful blue eyes and instantly, the first person to co to his mind was Anastasia. Xavier wanted to believe he was being paranoid, but he wanted to clear up this confusion today. So when he was about to leave once again, he stole a few strands of her hair when he’d tugged her hair behind her ears. He tugged it ever so gently so she wouldn’t feel any pain. As for Tracie’s, the latter had slept on their way back, so he took his opportunity and cut a few strands of her hair.
Xavier closed his eyes, as his heart continued to hamr against his chest. What were the possibilities that Jennifer Reyez was his wife he’d been searching for?
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