Her Heart Her Terms (Lily and Xavier) novel Chapter 10

At Weatherspoons, the dazzling lights illuminated the entire room with a luxurious glow.

Xavier sat across from Sarah at a square table. The waiter uncorked a bottle of Bardilot red wine and poured it into a decanter.

The deep red liquid caught the light, a soft gleam shining as it touched Xavier's sharp, angular profile.

He looked effortlessly at ease, his half-closed eyes drifting toward the piano at the far corner.

"How strange. Why isn't anyone playing tonight?" In a soft yellow dress with her waves of long hair cascading down, Sarah seemed more feminine and delicate than her usual professional demeanor.

Xavier raised an eyebrow. "I'm not too sure."

The idea of sitting there playing the piano and being stared at like a monkey by everyone would no doubt make Lily uncomfortable.

He even wondered if she had already gone home by now.

Lily was always considerate—she never disturbed him when he was busy. So, knowing he was caught up this morning, she had left quietly.

"Here's something special for both of you," a bold, familiar voice called out.

Maryanne placed a steaming plate of food on the table, sizing up Sarah as she did so.

"Is this a spicy beef salad?" Sarah was surprised to see such a dish on the menu at a fine dining restaurant.

"A spicy beef salad is meant for normal people to eat," Maryanne said with a bright smile, her gaze turning cold. "This dish has a name! It's called the 'Two-Faced Traitor Salad.'"

The temperature around the table dropped as her words sank in.

Maryanne considered herself bold and fearless, but something about challenging Xavier always gave her the chills.

Perhaps it was because she didn't have the concrete evidence to truly hold him accountable. Maybe that was why she felt uneasy.

After a few tense seconds, she felt a sudden pressure at the back of her neck, like an invisible hand squeezing it. Without a second thought, she turned and walked away quickly.

Sarah, feigning innocence, looked at Xavier. "Do you know her?"

"Not really," Xavier replied, his gaze still on the plate as if lost in thought.

Moments later, his phone rang on the corner of the table.

He hadn't saved Lily's number, but for the past two years, she'd always texted him around lunchtime, reminding him to eat. Every evening, she'd call to ask if he was coming home.

A quick glance at the screen revealed it was Lily calling.

Xavier's lips curled into a small, mocking smile, and without hesitation, he declined the call.

"Why don't you answer it?" Sarah, noticing the screen, stood and poured more wine into his glass. She noticed a strange number on the display and smiled, "It's just dinner, not a business meeting. I'm not stopping you from taking a call."

"I don't answer calls from people I don't know."

Xavier took the glass from her, leaning in to pour some for her as well. "You've been working hard lately."

Sarah smiled sweetly, "Do you think a single drink is enough to send me on my way?"

Xavier reached into his pocket, pulled out a black card, placed it on the table, and slid it toward her. "Consider this a gift."

The deep burgundy tablecloth highlighted the sculpted lines of his wrist.

As Sarah reached out to take the card, her finger brushed against his hand.

The touch was light but enough to make her pinky finger graze his.

She looked at him through her soft, alluring eyes, studying every subtle shift in his expression.

Xavier's lips tightened, but he gave no outward sign of discomfort. He pulled his hand back and reclined in his chair, appearing nonchalant.

Sarah, undeterred, slipped the card into her purse and glanced back at the piano.

Lily hadn't come tonight.

Something was clearly going on in Sarah's mind.

Soon, the waiter brought their food, and Xavier leisurely began eating.

Seizing the opportunity while Xavier wasn't paying attention, Sarah took out her phone and snapped a picture of the two of them dining through the glass window.