Chapter 39 Are You Sleeping With My Father?

• As Xavier stepped into Cathleen's bedroom, he was met with a sense of serenity that seemed to emanate from the sleeping figure on the bed. She lay there, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, completely unaware of his presence. He pulled up a chair beside her and settled in, watching her intently. A soft beam of moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting shadows across her peaceful face. He couldn't help but smile as she furrowed her brows and let out a content sigh in her slumber. In this moment, she seemed so vulnerable and fragile, yet she was also fiercely independent. As he sat there gazing at her, he couldn't help but wonder what thoughts and dreams were running through her mind as she slept.
• He couldn't understand why she had chosen to become a prostitute. Despite the roughness of her profession, she was undeniably breathtaking, and it seemed effortless for her to attract potential suitors. But as he thought about what she did for a living, his smile twisted into a look of revulsion.
• The dynamic between his father and Cathleen bewildered him. His father seemed to possess a wealth of knowledge about her, yet she remained a mystery to everyone else, even her family. As she slowly opened her eyes, stirring from her slumber once more, Cathleen's gaze met Xavier's in a cold, detached manner. The tension between them was palpable as they sat in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. A chill hung in the air like a thick fog as they exchanged unspoken words through their locked gazes.