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8

On the eve of the grand wedding, Xavion suddenly showed up in New York City to find me.

He was wearing a black coat, his eyes deep and brooding, looking much older and more haggard than before.

I initially wanted to avoid him, but he blocked my path.

"Jade, please hear me out..." he said urgently.

I tried to shake off his grip, but he held on tightly.

I had no choice but to take out a wet wipe, clean my wrist, and throw it at him in disgust.

Xavion's face instantly darkened: "Jade, you... you despise me?"

I rolled my eyes: "I'm a germaphobe, okay?"

Xavion said reluctantly: "Jade, I was wrong! Give me one more chance, please!"

As he spoke, he pulled out a diamond ring from his pocket and got down on one knee.

"Jade, will you marry me? I promise to be devoted to you from now on!" He gazed at me passionately.

Looking at the diamond ring in his hand, I found it glaring.

"Xavion, get up. I won't give you another chance," I said coldly.