SW NOVELS
Follow My Wife
Follow my wife.” Xavier’s voice cut through the air like a sharp blade, both commanding and calculated. Caleb couldn’t believe what he was hearing from his master. He wasn’t interested in his wife at all. Caleb’s eyes widened in confusion as he gazed at his master through the rear-view mirror. His employer’s face was contorted in uncertainty, a look that Caleb had never seen before. The man’s fingers gripped tightly at his tie, pulling at it in an aggressive manner. But Caleb remained silent, observing the tense scene unfolding before him without uttering a word. Why would his master want him to go after his own wife? The question echoed in Caleb’s mind, but he dared not voice it aloud. The atmosphere inside the car was heavy with tension, and even the sound of the engine seemed to hush in anticipation.
Is he in love with his wife? Caleb thought to himself. He must be in love with her. Why would he ask me to follow her car?
Xavier couldn’t fathom why he had asked Caleb to tail Cathleen’s car. As a man, he was used to women being drawn to his good looks and charm, but Cathleen seemed immune. Her cool exterior offered no hint of interest or seduction, leaving Xavier perplexed. What made her different? Was she playing him for a fool, or did she simply not find him desirable? There were so many unanswered questions swirling in his mind as he watched her car disappear into the distance.
After all, she was prostituting. I, too, am a big shot. A high-profile person, but why hasn’t she seduced me? I am sure that she has been seducing people with those big eyes of hers that seem to be staring at me with nothing but coldness and indifference. She was looking at that Italian man with so much passion that day. She had never looked at me in such a way before. Is there something she is hiding? Xavier thought to himself.
Cathleen’s stomach grumbled as she pulled into the parking lot of a quaint, cozy restaurant. The smell of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed coffee wafted towards her, enticing her to quickly place her breakfast order. She settled into a corner booth, taking out her sleek iPad with nimble fingers. Her long, red nails tapped away on the screen as she checked emails and scrolled through social media feeds, fully immersed in the digital world.
The bright glow of Cathleen’s iPad screen illuminated her face as she eagerly read the email from the client she had been working with on the Jones case. Her lips curled into a smile, but it couldn’t quite reach her eyes as she processed the confirmation that the Jones family had finally paid off their debt. Just as she was about to put away her iPad to rejoice, a voice pierced through her concentration, stopping her in her tracks. It was a voice she knew all too well, one that brought back memories both good and painful.
“Cathy?” Cathleen let out an exasperated sigh and tore her gaze away from the iPad, frustrated by the incessant tapping of the woman standing before her. She took in the woman’s perfectly coiffed hair and overdone makeup, and couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the sight. The woman’s voice grated on her ears like nails on a chalkboard as she continued to drone on about her latest life crisis. Cathleen longed to escape this conversation and return to her peaceful oasis of screen time.
“Dora.” Cathleen breathed out her name. Dora was about to tell her to call her mother, but then she remembered that Cathleen was colder now and wasn’t a pushover anymore. She might not get the information she was looking for if she asked her to call her mother. Dora smiled as she pulled out a chair and sat down. Cathleen was just about to tell Dora that she was expecting someone to join her when she suddenly heard the voice of her husband.
“There you are.” With a sudden burst of energy, Cathleen leaped out of her chair and strode purposefully over to Xavier. She planted a delicate kiss on his cheek, causing a rush of warmth to spread through his body. This unexpected display of affection caught Xavier off guard, as Cathleen had never shown any interest in him before. Caleb, who had been dutifully following his master behind, nearly stumbled over one of the tables in his surprise. He clutched at his chest to steady himself, his eyes wide with shock and amusement at the sudden turn of events between Cathleen and Xavier.
What is it with these two? One minute they are Tom and Jerry, and the next minute they are acting like a couple in love. Caleb thought to himself.
“Oh, I remember you. The man from the wedding.” Dora’s melodic voice danced through the air as Xavier graciously pulled out a chair for Cathleen before settling into his own. He gazed at Cathleen, hoping for some sign that she would join in the conversation, but her expression remained stoic and closed off. Undeterred, Xavier carried on with his charade, determined to keep up appearances. The room was filled with the sounds of silverware clinking against plates and the gentle murmur of polite conversation. Xavier couldn’t help but admire Cathleen’s poise.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.
“Honey, you didn’t tell me that someone was going to join us.” Before Cathleen could answer, there was a sound of someone coughing at the back of the room, and everyone’s heads were turned in that direction. Caleb was still trying to process what had happened and was choking on his own saliva when his master called his wife “Honey.”
For the first time since they had been married, Cathleen smiled at Xavier with such passion. Xavier could see how beautiful she looked when she smiled at him. “Oh, I’m sorry, Honey, this is Dora. My father’s wife.
“Oh, Honey, I am your mother. I thought we’d crossed the bridge.” Dora remarked.
“Oh, have we now? The last time I checked. I was a West before I became a Knight. Do you remember that, Dora?”