Chapter 215
- Edwina's POV...
- For what seemed like a lifetime, he didn't say a word. I was getting bothered, and my standing didn't feel good, considering my position. I would like to think that Xander reads my mind. Almost in a split second, he had dusted a chair that sprouted out from among the piles of antiques in the space and had me seated on it.
- I gulped nervously, feeling bad for thinking ill of him. "Xander..."