No Wife, No Life Chapter 287

Xavia was lost in thought for a moment.

After a while, she finally asked, "Arthur, did you agree to help Edwin?"

This was the question that concerned her the most.

Arthur stared at her for a long time before he finally said, "Yeah, I'll help him."

Xavia covered her mouth, unable to control herself as tears streamed down her face. "I'm sorry, Arthur. I'm so sorry. I know I'm letting you down. But I can't help it. Edwin is my fiancé. I can't not help him."

Arthur didn't say anything, still smiling at her, but his eyes had turned cold and distant.

Xavia continued to wipe her tears.

Arthur then said, "I'm tired."

She was taken aback for a moment, her voice hoarse. "Okay, you didn't rest well last night. You should get some rest. I shouldn't have disturbed you for so long. I'll leave now."

Xavia walked to the door, hesitating for a moment as a storm of emotions raged inside her.

Arthur's expression just now was amiss. Had he really lost faith in her?

She hesitated for a moment, then suddenly thought of Molly, Arthur's wife. Without turning around, she asked, "Arthur, you said you'd help me recover. You haven't forgotten, right?"

A trace of hostility flickered in Arthur's deep eyes, his gaze turning icy. "Of course, I haven't forgotten."

Xavia seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. "I'll be waiting for you to fulfill your promise from our youth."

The door closed, and the room fell silent.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on Arthur's face. He lowered his head, his eyes dark, the sunlight unable to bring him any warmth.

Born into a family where self-interest reigned supreme, Arthur longed for familial love, friendship, and romantic love. Ironically, though he appeared callous, he craved genuine affection.

Ironically, though he appeared callous, he craved genuine affection.

He valued the position of the Davis Group's leader because he didn't want to be bullied. He wanted to defend his dignity as a legitimate heir and protect those he cared about.

In his youth, he had a first love who once brought warmth to his cold world.

She had told him, "My fiancé must be the heir to a large corporation, someone who can give me the greatest sense of security."

He had listened and remembered, so he was determined to become the leader of the Davis Group.

He gradually shed his youthful innocence, becoming mature and strong for Xavier. He was cold and ruthless in front of others, but only gentle in front of her.

But in the end, Xavia chose Edwin. She admired the legitimate heirs of powerful families but ultimately chose an illegitimate child.

Why did Xavia choose Edwin? Was it really for love?

They had grown up together, and he knew Xavia well. It was because he understood her that he knew she was a self-serving person. She couldn't have chosen Edwin for love. She chose Edwin because he had been in a car accident and was on the brink of death, so she gave up on him and chose Edwin.

He saw it clearly. He often thought that his first love was pure and that he shouldn't think of her as selfish and malicious, but the facts proved him right.

Xavia chose Edwin but repeatedly used Arthur's influence in the entertainment industry to suppress others, seize resources, and become a top star while secretly supporting Edwin.

Just as she had said, she wanted to choose someone who could give her a sense of security. How could a weak person give her that?

Arthur had thought that maybe one day, Xavia would regret leaving him, so even after he healed his leg, he didn't tell anyone. Because he had to guard against the Davis family and he cared about Xavia.

But in Xavia's eyes and heart, there was only herself.

Arthur then recalled what Xavia had mentioned before she left.

To give her a healthy body, someone else would have to be harmed.

But between Xavia and Molly, he might only choose the former.

Xavia left the hospital room and had only taken a few steps when she saw someone leaning against the window in the hallway.

She looked closely and saw that it was Molly.

"Done talking with my husband?"

Xavia was speechless. "Molly, didn't anyone teach you manners?"

Molly basked in the autumn sunlight, squinting and smiling. "I know what manners are, but how can I be polite to someone who's always around my husband? It's already good that I'm not cursing or hitting you. I want to ask Ms. Williams, what is decency? Is what you're doing decent?"

Molly didn't get angry, just laughed lightly, her eyes filled with undisguised pride.

"An outstanding woman will have men pursuing her, whether she's single or not. Ms. Williams, I don't blame you for not understanding. After all, with your looks and figure, you don't quite measure up."

Xavia finally couldn't hold back her anger.

"You better understand one thing. You're his wife now, but you won't always be. Don't get too full of yourself."

Molly sneered. "Why should I think so far ahead? Even if we do get divorced in the future, I'll still be his ex-wife, which is a step ahead of someone. And you, Ms. Williams, what are you to him?"

Her eyes showed a hint of contempt.

Xavia lowered her head, her eyes cold.

She didn't say anything more to Molly, turning to leave, but Molly grabbed her arm.

"I'm sorry, but I find your presence rather disagreeable, and momentarily lost control of my actions."

She let go, taking out a wet wipe from her bag and wiping her hand as if Xavia had some contagious disease.

Xavia clenched her bag tightly, her voice icy. "Ms. Reyes, you better control your behaviour from now on. Not everyone can be offended so casually."

Molly continued to mock her. "I know my limits. A woman like you, elegant on the outside but filthy inside, wouldn't dare argue with me here. So I just want to bully you."

She casually threw the wipe into the trash.

Xavia was so angry that her chest hurt, her breathing quickened, but she held back, glaring at Molly before quickly walking away.

Leaving the hospital, Xavia got into the waiting car.

Her manager had been waiting and, seeing her in a bad mood, didn't dare ask questions.

From the moment she got in the car, Xavia kept thinking, 'did Arthur really see Molly as her substitute?'