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?
Although Xavier wasn’t able to overhear all of their conversation, he did hear a few parts. It seed she’d also been one of Xander’s slaves but was able to escape. But other than that, it seed she’d been violated by Mr. Steven and several other people.
He recalled when he’d just t her, she didn’t shake his hand because she didn’t like physical contact. It wasn’t a surprise that soone who’d suffered from such a thing wouldn’t like to touch other people.
Xavier’s heart pricked in pain as his mind started to wander from one thing to the other.
If she was indeed Anastasia, why didn’t she return to him? Was she worried that he would cast her away like so trash after what had happened? Did she think he’d forgotten about her or maybe, already given up on finding her after several months?
Xavier didn’t want to answer any of these questions until the results were out. He took a drastic step and truly hoped that his intentions were right.
A few hours later, Mark ca back with the results.
"I didn’t think you would still be here. I thought you already went ho," he said to lighten up the mood.
"Are the results out?" Xavier asked.
Mark could only sigh as he nodded his head. "There they are," he said, handing them over.
Xavier held the result in his hand. It was a simple white sheet of paper but it held the information that would reunite him with his wife. Quickly, he unfolded the papers, and his eyes scanned through the words written on them.
"It’s a match. The two people are blood-related," said Mark.
Xavier nodded, folding the papers and keeping them back in his pants.
"Thank you so much," he said, turning to leave.
"Wait...whose hair strands were those?" He asked, still curious.
Xavier halted. "It belongs to Anastasia and Tracie."
Mark’s eyes widened in shock. "Wait what? You already found her?"
"I need to get going now and don’t tell anyone about this. Thanks once again," he said as he left and Mark didn’t intend to stop him again.
Xavier entered his car, his hand gripping hard on the steering wheel as tears fell from his ears. He couldn’t fathom how he was feeling at the mont. He was happy because he’d finally found Anastasia. But he was worried that she might have been thinking he wouldn’t accept her after all she went through in Xander’s hands.
Xavier wiped his tears away, turned on the engines, and zood off.
Anastasia was at her ho, watching her next target, Mr. Walter. He was one of the people she’d t at Mr. Justin’s anniversary a few months back.
She was able to successfully hack into his ho caras. But unfortunately, he only had them stationed outside of his mansion. She couldn’t see what was going on inside the house as there was nothing to hack in there.
Surprisingly, he lived a simple life. He had no gatekeeper or bodyguards to follow him around for protection. He was married with a son who was still in high school.
He had a farm at the back of the house which he would spend at least two hours working on daily.
He was all bright and shiny, full of spirits but only soone who didn’t know him would think he was an angel.
Anastasia tried to focus on her computer, but her thoughts went back to Xavier when he’d tugged her hair behind her ear. She felt butterflies in her stomach like she was a teenage girl once again, who caught her crush staring at her.
"I need to focus," she mumbled under her breath. But that attempt was short-lived when her phone dinged with a phone call. She checked it only to find out it was Tracie.
"Hello?"
"What happened between you and Xavier when he ca to retrieve his wristwatch?" Tracie asked as soon as the call was connected.
Anastasia’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What do you an?"
"He was quiet throughout our trip like he was planning on building a bomb that would destroy the whole world," she replied and Anastasia’s eyebrows furrowed even further. "He never said anything and when I asked him what the problem was, he asked about the orange juice."
Anastasia’s heart imdiately sank.
"He saw when I was dealing with Mr. Steven," she answered, rubbing her temple in frustration.
"Did you say sothing that hinted your true identity? Or did he see sothing?" Tracie asked.
Anastasia stood up from her chair due to a cramp from sitting for so long.
"I said a lot of things but I don’t think he overheard anything because if he did, he would have confronted ," she responded, standing in front of the mirror as the scene when Xavier tugged her hair behind her ear replayed in her mory. She looked at herself in the mirror and found herself blushing.
’Co on.’
"That is true." Tracie’s tone was less tense and worried now. But Anastasia was now too quiet on the other side. "What’s wrong?" Tracie asked, concern laced in her tone.
Anastasia was staring at her reflection. More like she was staring at her eyes. They weren’t hazel anymore because she’d taken off her contact lenses a few hours ago.
Her blue eyes stared back at her as she started to wonder if Xavier had seen her in her hazel or blue eyes.
She tried to recall what she’d done before Xavier ca in. Indeed, she’d taken off the contact lenses before going to the basent because they started to irritate her. After all, she wore them for too long.
She recalled Xavier’s reaction. He was stunned but he didn’t say anything.
First, it was orange juice, and now this. If Xavier had seen her with blue eyes but didn’t say anything, it could only an...
Anastasia wasn’t able to complete her thoughts when she suddenly heard a knock on the door.
Right there, the hairs on her spine stood on all ends.
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