Chapter 22 A Prostitute

• In the bustling city of New York, the winter days were unbearably dreary and desolate. The trees, stripped bare of their vibrant leaves, were whipped mercilessly by the biting, cold wind. Cathleen bundled up in a thick coat and scarf, stood by the window of her room. She cradled her phone in her ear as she spoke with someone, her voice muffled by the loud roar of traffic outside. As she turned to glance at her travel bag, already packed and ready for her impending trip, a sneer played on her lips. Oblivious to the creaking of the door behind her, she was fully engrossed in her conversation.
• "What do you mean the auction is going to take place in New York?" Xavier stood rigidly at the doorway, his hand tucked into the pocket of his trousers as he leaned on the doorframe. Cathleen's voice drifted through the air, her words flowing effortlessly in conversation with the person on the other end of the line. She seemed completely engrossed, unaware of Xavier's presence just a few feet away. He watched her subtly, taking in the way she furrowed her brow and gestured with her hands as she spoke. The soft glow of lamplight illuminated her delicate features, making them appear almost ethereal in the dimly lit room. Meanwhile, Xavier remained a silent observer, lost in contemplation over Cathleen's every movement and expression.
• "All right, head back to Manhattan. I am going to need to date." The moment Cathleen brought up the word "date," Xavier's features twisted into a hard, unfeeling expression, and a sly, cunning smile crept onto his lips. His eyes glinted with mischief, and his body language exuded confidence and manipulation.