Chapter 133 The Baby Is Crying

• The morning light crept through the curtains, casting a golden glow on the polished staircase that Cathleen descended with deliberate grace. Clad in a tailored suit that hugged her slender frame, she moved like a panther—sleek and poised despite the storm that raged within her.
• Xavier sat at the breakfast table, his posture rigid, exuding an aura of control that belied the turmoil he felt. The sight of Cathleen, so composed and so fiercely alive, unsettled him. He watched her pour coffee with hands that didn't tremble, and his voice betrayed a hint of surprise. "You look well."
• "Good morning to you too, Mr. Knight," she retorted, the edge in her tone sharper than the knife beside his plate. Xavier cleared his throat, grappling with an unfamiliar unease. "Morning, sorry; it's just that you look good."