CHAPTER 55

Xavier's emotions churned as he looked at her standing there, wrapped in just a towel. Confusion and curiosity mingled inside him, but her big, beautiful blue eyes softened his initial anger. Entranced, he found himself lost in her gaze, momentarily forgetting everything else.

His eyes drifted down to her lips, a flicker of desire breaking through his resolve.

"Control," his mind screamed, urging composure.

But as he met her gaze, seeing fear in her eyes, a protective instinct welled up inside him. He tightened his grip around her waist, mirroring the hold she had on him, drawing her closer.

His firm touch sent shivers down her spine, amplifying her trembling as fear and regret surged through her.

Why had she entered his room, knowing his temper? The question echoed in her mind.

In that moment, a strong urge to flee overwhelmed her—to escape from the penetrating gaze of the man who was meant to be her husband.

But first, she had to find her voice to explain.

Summoning courage,