CHAPTER 927: CHAPTER 927: SHE WAS SCHEMED AGAINST, HE LOST HIMSELF TOO

This was probably Leah Thorne’s first time seeing Justin Xavier like this; the brother who usually pampered and protected her made her feel humiliated and scared, so she decided to get out of the car.

Justin Xavier pulled over to the roadside.

Leah Thorne reached out to open the passenger side door, but he suddenly stretched out his large hand and grabbed her slender wrist, "Are you angry?"

Her head hung low, looking pitiful and aggrieved, "I’m not... This blue eternity flower is something I learned to craft at the flower shop, and I wanted to gift it to my brother... Although many people have given me gifts, I haven’t accepted any, nor have I done any of those things you mentioned..."

As she spoke, she lifted her red teary eyes to look at him, "Brother, what’s wrong with you today?"

He lowered his eyes slightly and realized he had lost his composure. He didn’t know what was wrong with him, perhaps as she grew older, he felt less secure, afraid that she might be taken away by other men who were pining for her.

He knew how dark he could be; his parents were both dark people, and he carried their blood in his veins, having bad genes.

The girl before him came from a prestigious family, the Thorne family, considered precious and noble. Although he raised her, he vented his bad moods on her, saying unpleasant things.

His gaze fell on her soft neck, then slowly moved downwards, "The car has air conditioning on, isn’t it hot? Take off the jacket."

He reached out and grabbed the zipper of her school uniform jacket, pulling it down.

"Ah!" she screamed, quickly protecting her chest.

She lost her mother at a young age, and no one taught her about girls’ development. She felt embarrassed and had no way of asking anyone about it. Recently, her chest had started to feel tight, slowly forming curves, so she wore loose school uniforms to cover it, not daring to take the jacket off even if it was hot.

His movements were swift; his fingers hooked the zipper and pulled it down halfway, her eyes wide open like startled deer as she looked at him with round, teary eyes.

He had already seen it.

By then, he was already an adult and understood everything he should. He didn’t avoid romantic relationships because he lacked interest in women; on the contrary, occasionally, his gaze would linger on women, judging their faces and figures like any man evaluating women. There was no difference from the jokes told at gatherings between men.

However, he had high standards and hadn’t met anyone he truly desired.

So his gaze was sharp, and as the jacket fell halfway, revealing the white T-shirt inside, the shirt wrapped around a lustrous curve...

The girl in his arms resembled a frightened bunny; his throat moved slightly, and he lowered his eyes, his voice becoming gentle as he coaxed her, "Leah, I’m sorry, did I scare you?"

He thought he was truly bad, only showing her a decent face after taking advantage of her.

Nonetheless, after painstakingly nurturing her for so many years, how could he allow others to claim even a fraction?

She was destined to be his someday.

She swiftly zipped the jacket up, her face turning crimson as she shook her head, "No, I just feel that you’re acting strange today..."

He sat upright, "The company has been a bit busy lately, so I haven’t been in a good mood, but it won’t happen again. Leah, I’ll take you shopping for clothes."

He took her to the mall, and when they arrived in front of the lingerie counter, her footsteps gradually came to a halt.

She looked at the colorful lingerie inside with a little face flushed like a shrimp, "Brother, why did you bring me here?"

"Leah, you’ve grown up and need to buy these clothes."

She, "..."

At this moment, a store clerk came over, respectfully saying, "President, are you here to buy lingerie for Miss Leah?"

He nodded, "I’m going outside for a smoke, Leah, you stay here."

The store clerk nodded quickly, "Yes, President."

He indeed went outside for a smoke, not just one, but several cigarettes in a row. When he turned back, she had just walked out, shielding a delicate little bag in her hand.

Later, he saw the lingerie she bought when she had moved in to live with him; her scented laundry hung on the villa balcony.

One piece was pure white, with thin straps, a very innocent girl’s style.

Another piece was floral, with very pretty colors.

He remembered there was one that she hid at the bottom of her drawer, stuffed on her by the clerk, a black lace lingerie with a shallow V-neck, which she never wore.

Later, it was her 18th birthday, and he organized a very grand birthday party for her.

Many friends came and brought gifts; among them was a mysterious gift from a female classmate. He sent the maid away and opened the gift, which contained a bra.

He looked at the bra, his eyes reddened. He knew that his girl had grown up today.

He couldn’t wait any longer.

He had waited too long, all patience was exhausted, he wanted to take what had always been his.

That night, on her 18th birthday, he made her his woman.

Justin Xavier lay on the large bed of the presidential suite, raising his hand to cover his red eyes, his throat burning as if it had been charred. For too long, he had desired her, assuming that once he had her, he’d grow tired, become bored.

Years ago, her mother seduced his father, delivering the deepest blow to the Xavier family, causing his mother to lose both legs in a car accident. He had believed the perfect revenge was sleeping with this precious daughter of the Thorne family, then despising and discarding her.

However, later he realized it was better not to sleep with her; once he did, she turned into a deadly poppy, becoming an addiction, rendering him uninterested in any other woman.

This revenge plan, although it schemed against her, ended up costing him dearly.

Then there was a "ding," his phone buzzed again, indicating a new message.

Justin Xavier snapped out of his memory and opened the message, seeing that Davina Rowe had sent a note asking him to visit the set to watch her audition tomorrow.

Justin Xavier’s handsome face remained expressionless, his demeanor lazy and despondent, feeling uninterested.

Then there was another "ding," another text from Davina Rowe arrived—President Xavier, you should come over; I look great in a cheongsam, you really don’t want to miss it.

Davina Rowe even added a big kiss emoji at the end.

Unlike Leah Thorne’s forced smile earlier, Davina Rowe’s enthusiastic big kiss was the sign of an eager worker.

Justin Xavier raised an eyebrow, suddenly gaining a bit of interest. He casually replied: how good-looking? Show me a somewhat revealing photo.

He hadn’t asked for a photo from Leah Thorne earlier; there was no need to persist. After all, so many women willingly threw themselves onto him.

With a simple beckoning of his finger, revealing photos came flying.

Sure enough, within two seconds, Davina Rowe’s photo arrived. That brief span was probably the time she took to choose the photo, nothing more.