Chapter 872 How They Share Her
"Fancy seeing you here, Hera..." Alexandre said, feigning surprise as he glanced around the restaurant before locking eyes with her. He stood up and casually made his way to Hera’s table to greet them. Xavier’s previously languid expression shifted instantly—his whole demeanor turning sharp and guarded, like a cat bristling at the sight of a rival.
Alexandre, however, paid him no mind, keeping his attention fixed on Hera.
Around the table, Athena, Liz, Minerva, and Antoine could practically smell the tension in the air. Silently, they all tried to shrink into the background, as if hoping to become invisible spectators to the brewing drama. Athena reached for her freshly squeezed orange juice, lips pursing around the straw as she sipped quietly, her gaze flicking between Xavier and Alexandre, then to Hera, who looked like she was sitting on pins and needles.
She could clearly see the veins on Xavier’s neck beginning to protrude, a dangerous sign that he was moments away from exploding.
"Hello, Mr. Stalker. Enjoying yourself, following us here?" Xavier drawled, resting his elbow on the table and propping his cheek on his palm. He tried to appear casual, but the veins bulging on his forehead and neck betrayed his growing irritation.
Hera, catching sight of this unfamiliar side of Xavier, bit her lip to stifle a laugh. It wasn’t the right time—especially with sparks practically flying across the table—but it was hard not to find his barely contained jealousy amusing.
Alexandre, however, ignored Xavier’s sarcastic jab entirely.
Xavier, baffled by the lack of reaction, frowned inwardly. That kind of line usually worked for Dave—people couldn’t stand it when he pulled that smug act. But here, it fell flat. He wanted to annoy Alexandre and to make him look ridiculous in front of Hera, to expose him for being a pretentious, green tea man-bitch. But somehow, it wasn’t landing.
"May I join your table?" Alexandre asked, voice smooth and polite.