Avery’s P.O.V.
“Are you sure that you will be fine attending this meeting? You are still looking exhausted,” Xavier asked me worriedly the seventh time, and I huffed irritatedly this time. “I said, I am fine, Xavier. I may look fragile, but I am not fragile.” I answered him the same thing this time too, but in an irritated tone.
“Okay… okay… don’t get mad… it break my heart.” He immediately raised his hand in surrender, but put his right hand on the left side of his chest, faking a hurt expression. I threw the pen that I had in my hand in annoyance. He swiftly caught him, and showed me a goofy smile this time. “Childish,” I muttered while shrinking my nose and walked towards the door.
We were now inside my company. When I woke, I found myself in Marcus’ lounge. I couldn’t tell how devas
