Chapter 163 Next Time, Pull Her By The Hair

• Avery's fingers slid off the fabric of Xavier's jacket, leaving behind a trail of insolence. She smirked, her eyes flicking towards Cathleen, searching for a crack in her composed façade.
• "Nothing, actually," Avery drawled. "It's just that some people might think otherwise."
• Xavier's body tensed, his lips pressed into a thin line. The audacity of the woman in front of him rendered him completely speechless. A weighty whisper settled, a palpable presence enveloping them both.