Chapter 8: New Trouble
With her reply, a satisfied grin stretched Xavier's lips. He reached and held onto Anastasia's outstretched hand, the warmth of his hand seeping into her cold palm.
"Perfect," he said. However, his expression soon darkened. "But I will need to know exactly what happened in order to best help."
Ana's face fell. There was a lot to recap and she wasn't sure where she could even start.
However, Xavier mistook her silence for hesitance.
"Perhaps you should rest," he suggested. "We can talk about this later on."
"No," she firmly said. "I have been resting for six months, Mr Wallace—"
"Xavier," he corrected. "If we're husband and wife, you should start addressing me by my first name."
Anastasia pursed her lips, and then she nodded.
"Xavier," she corrected herself, "I can tell you what happened."
"Good," he said. She was tougher than he originally thought. "For starters, why did your family try to kill you?" he asked. "Why did they lie about you going on vacation?"
Recalling these memories would only bring about pain, but it was a necessary evil. He patiently waited for her to speak, sitting by the bedside and closer to her.