Chapter 35

Xavier remembered what Miranda had done to him that night. "Miranda," he sneered coldly, stepping toward her, "I think you must be tired of living." Miranda backed away. Xavier moved closer. She kept retreating until her back was against the edge of the door, leaving her with nowhere to go. With a hint of exasperation, she said, "Mr. Schneider, I admit I overstepped that night, but I didn't have much choice." "Not much choice?" His gaze grew colder. "Binding my hands was a necessity, was it? Throwing water in my face was also necessary?" Miranda stayed silent. It had, in fact, been intentional. Back then, she'd wanted to take a bit of revenge. Seeing her quiet, Xavier laughed softly, leaning closer to her, brushing his lips against hers as he spoke in a low, mocking tone, "Miranda, you've been wanting to reach Carl, haven't you?" Miranda's hand, which had been about to push him away, froze mid-air. Her breath hitched. "I can help you get in touch with him," he murmured, his