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Chapter 89

Irene's POV

Sitting on my bed, regretting why I drank wine so much, I guessed I couldn't focus, the tension engulfed me, I felt drunk to some point, my eye vision getting blur as minutes passed by.

I had a tingle feeling of sadness that we were going back home, back to the troubles of Steve, back to the torture of Kourtney, back to all the bad omen in that house. I just wished I could convince Xavier to add a week.

"Maybe I'll tell him in the morning, will he ever listen to me? I guess his enemies would be out there hunting for me." I muttered to myself as I laid on my bed.

I really need to sleep, tired, drunk and hungry, sleep was the only option I have or else I could lose my sanity thinking about what precisely wouldn't work.

I paced around the room, I wanted to chose what I'll wear back home,

"I'm Xavier's wife, I'm supposed to be the woman with a unique style of outfit. There's no use just wearing simple clothes and looking all moody." I encouraged myself as I pulle