Chapter 1090

Xyla poked Yorrick’s shoulder. “Hey, are you alright?”

‘He is a little weird. Did someone offend him? Why does he look so offended?’

Yorrick stared at her for a moment and suddenly laughed. “I really don’t know whether you’re actually
dumb or you are pretending to be smart.”

Xyla looked into his eyes with no expression because she was lost.

Yorrick turned around but stood there. “We should cancel the contract. I’ll get someone to send it over,
and you can tear it up. I’ll still transfer the payment to you. You’re not the best woman to act with me.”

That night, at the Mayweather mansion…

When they were having dinner, Xyla pushed her food around, still thinking about what Yorrick meant.

What did he mean by she wasn’t the best woman to act with him? He had reached out to her first, but
now was he saying that her acting wasn’t good enough?

She had never met a man who would treat her that way.

Mr. and Mrs. Mayweather sat across from her and exchanged glances seeing that Xyla wasn’t eating.

Mrs. Mayweather passed some food to her. “Xyla, do you think it’s time to… think about marriage?”

Xyla didn’t even look up. “Lots of women get married in their 30s. I’m not anxious.”

You’re not, but your father and I are. If you



get married in your 30s, you’ll have a higher risk if you get pregnant.” Mrs. Mayweather sighed. “I don’t
understand what’s on you young people’s minds.”

Mr. Mayweahter joked. “Technology has improved a lot now. It’s not a problem to have kids in your 30s.”

“Are you a woman?” Mrs. Mayweather put down her cutlery. “You have no say if you’ve never had a
baby.”

Mr. Mayweather immediately shut up and continued eating.



Mrs. Mayweather looked at Xyla. “Xyla, be honest. Do you still miss Louis?”

Xyla paused and looked up. “Mom, what’s this nonsense?” She scooped up some peas. “He’s married
now. It’s best not to churn out rumors.” “So, what’s your reason?” Mrs. Mayweather stared at her, trying
to read something from her expression.

Xyla took two Scoops of potato puree and put down her spoon. “Won’t it be nice for me to stay with you
for two more years? Why should I rush to get married?”

Mr. Mayweather nodded. “That’s true. She’s our only child.”

“Shut up!” Mrs. Mayweather howled.

Mr. Mayweather’s hand that was holding the spoon shook, and he continued eating

Mrs. Mayweather looked at him. “See how you’ve spoiled her! All our relatives’ daughters got married at
23 and have their own children now. Our daughter is 29 and almost 30 but isn’t even close to anything.’



Mr. Mayweather nodded in agreement. “Yes, you’re right. But you can’t say that our daughter isn’t good
enough. Her cousins married early but aren’t happy with their in-laws. Do you have the heart to see our
daughter suffer somewhere we can’t see because she just married some random man?”



Mrs. Mayweather choked and looked at him quietly.

Mr. Mayweather patted her shoulder.” Calm down. We only have one child.”

Xyla couldn’t help but laugh. She finished her dinner and then stood up. “Mom, Dad, I’m going to my
room.” Mrs. Mayweather had something more to say, but Mr. Mayweather stopped her.” Take a rest. I’ll
talk to your mother.”

Xyla got back to her room. The pictures on her cabinet were all from her modeling days along with
awards.


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