Chapter 21: She’s Not Anastasia
They arrived at Xavier’s mansion, and without wasting a moment, Xavier swept Anastasia into his arms and carried her to his room. Barely seconds later, Mark skidded his car to a stop, rushed inside, and immediately began the treatment. The urgency in his movements mirrored the tension that filled the air.
A few hours later
Anastasia woke up in an unfamiliar bedroom. The ceiling above her was stark white, noticeably different from the one in the guest room where she had been staying. She blinked a few times, disoriented, trying to piece together how she had ended up in the room.
’Am I in heaven?’ Anastasia wondere, as her eyebrows curled in confusion. She pushed herself to sit up on the bed, and that was when her eyes landed on a figure.
It was Xavier. He was sitting on a couch, his head lowered. Either he was asleep or praying, one couldn’t tell. Anastasia frowned deeply when it dawned on her. She was in Xavier’s room and she had an allergy attack.
Sensing she was already awake from the sound that came from the bed, Xavier raised his head and his gaze landed on Anastasia who froze stiff due to how cold his gaze was.
She thought she had something wrong immediately, so she started to apologize.
"I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were asleep. I was just shocked to see myself in your room. And also, I’m sorry for bothering you earlier," she said the words so fast that someone would think she was rapping.
Xavier frowned in confusion before he stood up and walked towards her.
"Are you feeling okay? Do I need to call Mark? Do you feel pain anywhere?" He questioned her, worry etched on his face as he sat down beside her on the bed.
Anastasia opened and closed her mouth, surprised by his concern. Xavier took her silence for a yes and rushed out to call Mark.