Chapter 1120
“I won’t.” Xyla walked closer to him and was going to jump on him when he turned sideways and evaded.
He then grabbed her by her wrists and held her down in bed.
“Ouch, it hurts!”
Yorrick smiled with a clenched jaw. “Hurts, huh? Don’t you dare play with me.”
“You played with me first. You brought me here to work. Even my dad didn’t ask me to work at home. Let
go of me!”
Xyla struggled, but Yorrick grabbed her harder. She yelled out loud because her arms were going numb,
“Yorrick Hathaway!”
Yorrick let go of her. “If you don’t wash your hands, you’re not going to sleep in the bed tonight.” He
turned and left.
Xyla sat up and rubbed her arm. “Do you think I want to sleep with you?”
Still, this man was afraid of a cockroach, and it was a small one too. That was rare.
Yorrick didn’t return after he left. He probably went for a site inspection with the manager. Xyla opened
the fridge, but there was nothing inside.
She put on her jacket and walked out, looking for somewhere to eat. She turned around and saw a
mother carrying a child cooking.
At 7:00 p.m., Yorick returned from the site visit with the manager. He brought food for her because he
was worried that she had waited for too long.
Unexpectedly, Xyla wasn’t there. Her bag was.
He frowned, put down the food, and yelled toward the bathroom, “Xyla!”
There was no response. He took out his phone to call her, and her phone started ringing outside. He
turned around and saw Xyla walking in with half a watermelon in her arms while eating it with a spoon.
She looked up and was stunned. “You’re back.”
Yorrick saw the watermelon seed stuck to the corner of her mouth and was a lot less angry. “I’m sorry for
returning late. You haven’t had dinner, right?”
He was sorry.
Xyla said, “Don’t worry about it. I had some food from the worker’s wife next door.” She had even gotten
half a watermelon.
Yorrick was rendered speechless. His guilt was pointless. His eyes grew dark, and his jaw moved.” Since
you’ve eaten, you can throw the food on the table away.” He turned and walked into the room.
Xyla was startled as she looked at the food on the table and frowned. ‘Did he… rush back?’
#Evidence of Xyla Mayweather’s relationship# #Mr. Hathaway and Xyla Mayweather’s relationship is
exposed#
Mr. Mayweather sat in his office and saw that the magazine that his secretary brought in was about his
own daughter’s gossip. His face dropped.
The secretary looked down. “Mr.
Mayweather, the paparazzi have reported about Ms. Mayweather and Mr. Hathaway’s relationship.
Multiple magazines have printed 5,000 copies and distributed them. I’m afraid it’s too late to stop it.” Mr.
Mayweather put down the magazine because his head was aching and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
“Send someone to investigate him and my daughter.” The secretary nodded. “Got it.”
Mr. Mayweather looked at the cover of the magazine on the desk. How could he not recognize his own
daughter? That paparazzo had taken such a clear picture.
After finding out that Yorrick was the heir of the group in Yaramoor, he was even more worried because
Yorrick was famous for being a playboy and had been with multiple women before. His daughter wouldn’t
be able to handle that.
He was worried that Yorrick had used some leverage against his daughter. Was it when she had been
blacklisted? If she really were to be blacklisted, he would know about it. His daughter must have been
bewitched!
No, he had to call to ask. At a beach in the Persian Gulf … Xyla was bored. She had had dinner at
someone’s home the night before, so she helped babysit the worker’s children.
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