Xavier walked inside.
He didn't bother to look around, nor did he show any curiosity about the place. After all, he wasn't expecting Adelyn to be living well.
She had once been the pampered daughter of the Scott family —someone who had grown up surrounded by luxury and indulgence. He had seen her at her best, living a life most could only dream of.
Compared to that …
Whatever life she was living now, away from them —how could it possibly measure up?
Adelyn, on the other hand, didn't care what he thought.
Taking a seat on the couch, she gestured casually for him to sit across from her.
Xavier followed without a word.
Once settled, his gaze locked onto her, and without wasting another moment, he asked again,
"He … referred to you as sister-in-law. Why didn't you refuse him?"
Adelyn's brows lifted slightly at the confidence in his tone —as though he had the right to question her.
But she didn't respond.
Xavier frowned.
