Chapter Twenty Nine—Cold Shoulders

Lexis kept glancing at Sabrina as she fumbled with her phone—her sudden flat character baffled him.

He ran his hand through his hair in irritation.

"Sabrina." He called, and she only hummed in response.

"Yes?."

"Did I do anything wrong?."

She took some seconds to reply, "No."

"Then why are you acting—."

"I'm tired," she switched off her phone, cutting him off midway, "I need to sleep."

There was no sign of tiredness in her, no sign of sleep. But Lexis didn't say or do anything as he continued driving.

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The first thing Sabrina did was to pack ger stuffs out of Lexis and her room to the guest room.

Lexis had stood by the door, watching, saying nothing, only running his hand through his hair continuously with no expression.

And Sabrina liked that he hadn't questioned her about her sudden change of character.

She picked a novel she had placed inside a bag and dropped it on the nightstand.

As she laid motionlessly on the bed, a notification came to her phone.

It was Jason, asking if they could meet.

She simply replied with a yes.

How would she tell Lexis? About stopping the crisis he was making the Kennedy's family to face?

She didn't know how, but she had to.

She picked a purse and headed to the entrance door.

She was about to unlock it when she heard Lexis' baritone voice.

"Where are you going to?." He was standing at the stairs, his eagle-like eyes fixated on her.

She missed him. She missed his laugh, his scent , his tease.

But he was someone's fiancé—that needed to sink into her head. Her motive was to distance herself from him and then eventually divorce him.

She averted her gaze, "To a friend's house."

He didn't say a thing. Instead, Sabrina heard his retracting footsteps.

She sighed. Glancing at the time on her watch, she took her leave.

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"End every relationship I have with you?." Jason rested his his back against the chair, his eyes searching Sabrina's to see if she was kidding.

She placed the brim of the glass close to her lips, and sipped a small amount of Vodka.

"Yes," she gazed at him with blank eyes, "begging Lexis to end all these won't be easy, and that also comes with the condition of ending any relationship or contact I have with the Kennedy's, which means I won't see Uncle Patrick anymore."

Jason closed his eyes, contemplating.

Saving the company meant the end of his contact with Sabrina, which also meant he wouldn't have any chance to get her back.

He opened his eyes, "Alright."

"Good." Sabrina finished the wine in her glass, "Expect your company back to itself in two days." She assured with a confidence that even suprised her. She didn't know if Lexis would agree—the fact that she has been giving him cold-shoulders.

She got up, "Greet Uncle for me. Tell him to take care."

Jason held her hands as he stood up too, "Thank you, Sabrina."

He didn't—they didn't know that the scene of them holding hands had been captured by Freya, who wore a hoodie and was hiding by the corner of a wall.

Sabrina pulled her hands, "Don't mention."

She paid for the drinks and left.

Meanwhile, George, who was assigned to watch Sabrina by Lexis, nearly choked on the smoothie he was drinking when he saw Jason and Sabrina holding hands.

If Lexis was to witness such a thing…George felt a chilly current pass through his spine at the sudden thought of his friend's jealous, angry looks.

No, he would only tell him that Sabrina was having a conversation with Jason, without telling him about the holding hands.

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"I have never seen you this fucked up because of a woman, not even Claire honestly." Raphael, said as he handed a cigarette to Lexis.

He was a close friend of Lexis, average height with pieced ears and blonde hair.

Lexis took the cigarette as he glanced around expressionlessly, "She's acting weird, and refused to tell me why." He took a gulp of the champagne he was holding.

He was thinking, maybe it was the women's monthly nightmare—menstruation, that was the cause of her sudden change of mood.

He knew about it from the experience he got from his sister, Freya—a very agile person; a nagger and a talkative. But anytime she'd be on her menses, she would become dramatically silent and distant, and would even be snappy.

But George called him a while ago to tell him that Sabrina went out to meet with her ex—Jason Kennedy. He was the friend she wanted to meet? It made him mad, so mad he decided to hang out with his friends at their usual bar.

"Are you sure she's not lacking anything?," Raphael asked, "you know women, dramatists who could switch from one personality to another if you don't give them what they want or need."

"She's not that kind of person. She's not materialistic. Plus, I still spoil her despite that," he lit up the cigarette, "she's just like Claire."

Zayn was quietly watching him, and Lexis raised a brow, not looking at him but Zayn knew he had thrown that look at him—which was obviously asking why he was staring at him in such way.m without saying a thing.

Zayn sipped his drink, "You sure she's not pregnant?."

Lexis paused smoking, before continuing, "Bullshit, we haven't done it yet."

Raphael and Zayn stared at him immediately in suprise.

"And you have been married for almost three weeks? Is she a stick or something?."

"What do you mean?." Raphael wasn't one bit scared of the icy looks thrown at him by Lexis.

"I mean what I mean. She might be a stick, those very skinny women with no ass or tits. If she was curvous, I don't you won't get aroused and bed her as soon as possible."

"I'm sure you'd retake back your words once you see her."

Raphael eyed him, "I doubt that."

Lexis didn't bother to argue with him about Sabrina's appearance—slightly tall, with small, slender, waist, wide hips and ass, and a sizeable bust. Just like the pear shape.

Sabrina's shape could arouse any man. Anyone.

However, it seemed she had a phobia for sex—anytime they'd go beyond kissing, she'd react up.

Maybe, she wasn't comfortable with him as her husband yet, he thought as he sipped on his champagne.