Chapter 65

‘How bad was it?’ Lucianne wondered as she watched Xandar’s handsome face show a visible streak of discomfort at the mention of Aunt Charlotte.

Xandar took a breath before he said, “Whenever I visited, she would sit me down and ask how many girls I’ve slept with in the past week, or how many girls I’ve ever taken out on a date, how many drinks can I handle before I got drunk, who and how many have willingly stripped in front of me. Her face showed that it was fun for her to ask these things but to be on the receiving end of those questions was just…” Xandar shook his head in disapproval, annoyance and dismay before he said, “I am so glad I don’t have to deal with her anymore. That was the one funeral I attended in pure happiness.”

“Oh wow. That was bad.” Lucianne muttered, and had to shake her head to bring herself out from what