Chapter 887
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Shawn moved fast. The second Xander said Yvonne needed a therapist, he was on the phone with one of the best in the world.
When Yvonne found out the therapist had arrived, she shot Xander a look, her lip twitching. “Are you serious? You’re the one who needs their head examined.”
“Not head, but heart,” Xander corrected her, his expression dead serious.
Yvonne just stared at him. Was there a difference? It was all in the head, anyway.
“You should just let the doctor see you,” Shawn chimed in. “This constant throwing up isn’t good for you.”
“See who? I’m not sick!” Yvonne snapped.
A damn therapist? Was Xander trying to get himself killed?
“That’s what people with mental problems always say,” Xander pointed out calmly. The air went still. Yvonne crossed her arms, a dangerous aura radiating from her. “Are you calling me crazy?” Her voice was laced with ice.
Seeing the storm gathering, Shawn’s heart skipped a beat. Oh no, the princess was angry again.
“Hey, hey, let’s not fight. My brother was just…” Shawn’s words died in his throat as Yvonne leveled a ferocious glare at him. He swallowed hard.
“Never mind. I’m out of here.”
He had been about to say Xander was just trying to help, but Yvonne’s expression told him to shut up and run. Shawn scrambled away.
Yvonne stomped toward Xander, hands on her hips. “Seriously, what is wrong with you?”
She threw up once. And this moron gets her a therapist? Shouldn’t he have called a gastroenterologist?
For the first time, Yvonne truly believed Xander was a world-class idiot. How could someone this dense even exist?
Before she could say more, Xander yanked her into his arms.
“Ah-” Yvonne cried out.
The next second, his lips captured hers, swallowing the angry words she was about to spit out. She struggled instinctively, but now that she was just a woman in his arms, Xander was all man.
“Mmph!” She struggled again, but he easily pinned her wrists.
The emotional void inside both of them was like a pile of dry tinder. The physical contact was the spark, and in an instant, that emptiness roared into a wildfire.
Five minutes later, both were breathing heavily.
Xander lifted her into his arms as if
met
she weighed nothing. It was then that he realized just how much weight she had lost. She felt like feathen compared to that night, When do people get this thin? Physical exhaustion, and extreme mental fatigue.
“And you say you don’t need a therapist? Look at you, you’re skin and bones,” the
man said, his face a mask of solemn concern.
The wave of passion that had nearly consumed Yvonne receded instantly at his
words. She sank her teeth into his solid chest.
“Oof!” Xander grunted, grabbing the back of her neck. “Yvonne, are you part dog?”
Yvonne was furious. She bit down
harder. “Who the hell needs a
therapist just because they lost. weight? By that logie, everyone on a diet should be locked up in a psych ward!”
He wouldn’t drop it! Yvonne felt like Xander’s bizarre logic was going to drive her
crazy for real. What kind of reasoning was that?
“Okay, okay, I won’t say it again, alright?” Xander soothed.
“Hmph!” Yvonne fumed, turning her head away.
But Xander pressed on. “Just let the doctor take a quick look, hmm?”
“Hey! I told you…”
“Just one look.”
Yvonne was speechless. God, she wanted to punch him. But she knew she was no match for Xander.
Under his relentless coaxing, Yvonne finally agreed to let the therapist see her. She figured if she didn’t, Xander would never let it go.
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