Chapter 7: I Will Help You With Your Revenge
He strode towards her, his movements flowing with effortless elegance. His eyes locked onto hers, holding her gaze until he stopped right in front of her, his jacket draped casually over his arm.
"You finally decided to wake up after wasting six months sleeping?" He questioned, his voice cold and deprived of any kind of emotion. He watched as her eyes widened in surprise.
"Six months?!" Ana exclaimed, hoping he would say he was simply joking but his expression didn't look like one who was.
'If he's here, that only means that they know I'm alive,' Anastasia thought to herself.
"What are you doing here?" She questioned him back, her eyes alert. She was ready to bolt out of the room at any moment.
Mark took a look at the two of them and quietly slipped out of the room.
"Is this your way of telling me thank you for saving you?" Xavier fired back. Walking towards the couch that faced the bed, Xavier settled on it and dropped his suit jacket on the other side. "You are lucky you didn't die right before I saved you."
Anastasia froze stiff, her face etched in disbelief.
"Why would you save me?" she asked.