It was already 1 a.m., and you still hadn’t come out of the building where you worked. Xavier stood waiting outside, his tall figure leaning against his car. His usual calm confidence had shifted into worry.

“I have to find my dear wife, Vixin… I’m so worried about her,” Xavier murmured in his low, husky voice.

One of his bodyguards glanced at him curiously. “Seriously, boss… what do you even see in that lady?”

Xavier’s expression hardened as he turned to the man, his eyes sharp with conviction. “She makes me laugh,” he said in a deep, serious tone as if that simple truth outweighed everything else in the world.