Unbreakable Love His Passion for Her Transcends Death

Mark overheard the secretaries conversation and put a stop to it. It wasn't that he liked to meddle in other people's

business, but he knew how to read Xavier's mood better than the others did.

These days, besides work, all Xavier did was have people search for Yvette as well as wreck Claude's business. In Mark's eyes, such behavior was definitely not because Xavier hated Yvette.' Days flew by, but Xavi

ever gave up on finding Yvette.

On New Year's Eve, a flurry of snow swirled in the air. In the past, Yvette would always go to Lane Mansion with Xavier for New Year's Eve.

But things were different that year. Xavier went there alone.

There was no jovial chatter from him, unlike the time when Yvette had just left. Xavier pretty much kept to himself and spoke very little. He radiated a coldness that made people too afraid to approach him. He came hastily and returned home just as hastily.

Outside Dewberry Manor, snow was beginning to pile up. It was a beautiful sight to behold. However, for some reason, something felt missing.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Xavier stood in front of his floor-to-ceiling window and smoked cigarette after cigarette.

"Yvette, you'd better hope I don't find you!"

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Behind him, someone pushed the door open. When he turned around, he saw Shannon walk in. She was dressed to the

nines.

"Xavier, what happened to you? I feel like you've become a whole other person after Yvette died."

Xavier was unconcerned about her comment. He hadn't changed a single bit!

Shannon couldn't help but voice the suspicion growing in her heart. "Don't tell me you've fallen for her? But she's gone now."

"She's not worthy!"

vier replied without hesitation.

Shannon wanted to say something, but he ordered her to leave.

The moment she left, he sat alone in the living room and drank alcohol. He didn't know how many glasses he had, but he got so intoxicated that he passed out. The heater was on, but he felt so cold. "Yvette, oh, Yvette..."

At 12:00 am, his alarm rang. He woke up from his drunken dream, where he thought he had seen Yvette. However, when he had reached out to grab her, she had disappeared into thin air.

At the same time, in Bay Villa, Tristan hadn't slept either. His phone was ringing off the hook with calls from Daphne. When he didn't answer, she spammed him with messages.

Without even looking at them, he turned his phone off. Then, he took out the crystal pendant he took with him everywhere

now and gripped it tightly. Gently, he rubbed it with his fingers.

Four years later, two adults and a young boy stood out conspicuously at Asnea Airport.

The young woman had her hair pinned back with a simple hair clip and was wearing a hearing aid. She was exquisitely beautiful, especially her bright eyes.

However, they also reflected a deep melancholy that others her age didn't have.

Sitting next to her was a three-year-old boy. He was wearing a simple set of casual clothes, yet he still managed to look dignified. He was intently reading the financial news. Sitting on the other side of the young boy was Viola, who was now in her 50s.

"It's almost time, Zac. You stay home and be good to Grandma, okay?" Yvette glanced at the time, then gently rubbed her son's head.

When her son, Zachary Snyder, heard that, he obediently put his newspaper away. He quietly covered the page featuring Xavier, then said in a serious voice, "I will."

He was just over three years old, yet he behaved like a mini- adult.

Yvette looked at Zachary, who was the spitting image of Xavier. She hugged him, reluctant to let go. "Take care of your little brother too."

Viola patted Yvette's shoulder. "Go on. I'll take care of the two rascals."

Yvette nodded. Pulling her suitcase behind her, she boarded the flight headed for Tirion.