CHAPTER 939: CHAPTER 939: JUSTIN XAVIER, I MISS YOU

The driver noticed Leah Thorne walking alone, and with such beauty, he inevitably had some indecent thoughts. "Miss, your husband is locked up in jail. It’s uncertain whether he’ll get out. You’re so young and beautiful; you shouldn’t wait for him. There are many good men out there."

Leah Thorne showed little expression, merely curling her red lips indifferently, "I wouldn’t dare. A few days ago, a man tried to flirt with me. My husband directly crippled him; he’s a murderer. Are you afraid?"

Leah Thorne’s lazy yet beautiful eyes stared straight at the driver, carrying a cold, sarcastic edge.

The driver felt his scalp tingle, and the lustful thoughts he had earlier were scared away by Leah Thorne. He quickly diverted his gaze, not daring to look at her again.

Half an hour later, the taxi stopped; they had reached the destination, and Leah Thorne got out.

Leah Thorne stood outside the police station for a while. As she lifted her foot to enter, suddenly a long business car sped over.

The rear door of the business car was opened by two bodyguards dressed in black, and someone stepped out.

It was Old Master Xavier and Laura Xavier.

They were here.

Leah Thorne didn’t want to see these two people, so she hid in a dimly lit area.

At that moment, she heard Laura Xavier’s delighted voice, "Justin, are you out?"

Leah Thorne’s heart skipped a beat, and she quickly looked up. She saw the front door of the police station slowly opening, from which several people emerged. Surrounded at the forefront was Justin Xavier’s tall and handsome physique.

Justin Xavier was out!

Leah Thorne’s gaze fell on Justin Xavier. He looked much the same as before despite being away for days. However, after being inside, he cut his hair; the stylishly layered curls he used to have were trimmed into a crew cut, and he wasn’t wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He wore a simple black T-shirt under a long black leather coat. In the dense night, his refined and handsome features exuded a hint of wildness and boldness.

Such a Justin Xavier seemed to be his true self, shedding all manners of pretentiousness.

Behind him, his personal secretary and lawyer had already completed all the handovers. Justin Xavier stepped out, his hands in his pants pockets, standing tall on the steps.

Old Master Xavier and Laura Xavier quickly gathered around him. Laura’s eyes were red with excitement, "Justin, you’re finally out. Your mom has been worried sick these past days."

Old Master Xavier had a slightly stern expression. He spoke, "It’s good you’re out, Justin. We’ll talk more when we get back."

Justin Xavier didn’t move; those clear, cold black eyes looked around as if searching for someone.

"Justin, who are you looking for?" Laura Xavier asked.

Justin Xavier pursed his thin lips and spoke his first words after coming out, "Where is Leah Thorne?"

He asked about Leah Thorne as soon as he came out.

Laura Xavier immediately said angrily, "Justin, wake up. At this point, you’re still asking about Leah Thorne? Has she even visited you these past days? No! She’s been filming with the crew, living happily as usual. I never realized before that Leah Thorne could be so ruthless. She got you into this mess, yet she acts as if nothing has happened."

Justin Xavier didn’t find the person he was looking for, so he quietly withdrew his gaze, his beautiful eyelids dropping, leaving others guessing what he was thinking.

"Justin, let’s go back," Old Master Xavier spoke.

This time Justin Xavier didn’t refuse; he walked away.

Leah Thorne stood in the dark corner watching them leave until the silhouette of the business car disappeared from her view.

She stood dazed for a while, not calling for a taxi but walking home on her own.

She rushed out of the room too quickly earlier; she didn’t bring a coat. Now the night wind attacked relentlessly, and Leah Thorne felt a shiver run through her.

She didn’t even know why she came.

Just wanted to see him.

She was sick, and it got worse. Suddenly, she was scared she might forget him someday.

Leah Thorne let out a faint, self-deprecating smile. Through the years, Justin Xavier had deeply imprinted himself on her, in her soul. Despite years of trying to extract him, leaving her battered and bruised, she couldn’t remove him.

At this moment, she despised herself. On one hand, she carried the lines, "I have nothing left but myself, so I must diligently guard my heart," yet on the other hand, time and again she handed her heart over, losing utterly.

She had let down so many people.

Her father.

Her mother.

Her brother.

Also, Beryl, who died before her eyes.

She really hated herself.

She didn’t like herself at all now.

Then Leah Thorne suddenly halted. She lowered her eyes; the diamond anklet she always wore on her ankle was missing.

It was a gift from Justin Xavier.

She had always worn it.

But now it’s gone.

How could it disappear?

Where’s her anklet?

Leah Thorne quickly turned around, running back the way she came; it must’ve dropped on the road.

She carefully searched along the road, but didn’t find it.

Leah Thorne felt a coldness enveloping her; she seemed to have forgotten how to breathe. Why did the anklet disappear?

No, she must find it.

She returned repeatedly between the police station and here, running back and forth several times.

The night was especially cold, and the gaze of the passersby suddenly focused on her because they saw an extremely beautiful girl, devoid of any brash, flamboyant beauty, pretty like a soft, harmless porcelain doll, running back and forth on the road.

She didn’t know what she was searching for, but her appearance was attentive yet anxious, as if she would keep running until she found what she was looking for.

She wore only scant clothes, just a black dress, her lost and desolate figure resembling a kite teetering in the sky.

Ah!

At that moment, Leah Thorne cried out as she fell to the ground.

It turns out she ran too hastily, wearing high heels, she accidentally twisted her ankle.

Hiss.

It hurt.

The delicate, pale ankle was already swollen red, Leah Thorne could barely bear the pain, her eyes turning red immediately.

Yet she couldn’t care about the pain at the moment, struggling to stand, she had to find the anklet.

Just then, a hand reached out, in the person’s palm lay her anklet quietly.

Her anklet!

Leah Thorne’s eyes immediately lit up, like shimmering stars, she took the anklet, clutching it tightly in her palm.

The joy of recovering something lost washed over her, her heart suffusing with a hint of... grievance.

Justin Xavier...

Leah Thorne was sitting on the ground, curling her legs up, feeling a burning sensation in her eyes as tears wildly sprang forth; she buried her damp face in her knees, softly whimpering, "Justin Xavier, I... I miss you, I really, really miss you..."