Chapter 23 Techniques to Pamper a Girl

Xavier sat on the couch, flipping through the documents in his hand. However, he couldn't help but think about the tattered doll that Jennifer had placed on her bedside table, as well as the pitiful look on her face when she tearfully accused him yesterday. Her words, "I hate you," echoed in his ears like a curse, refusing to fade away. Xavier's handsome sword-like eyebrows furrowed into a tight knot. He told himself that it didn't matter if she hated him; he didn't care about that woman's feelings toward him at all. In the next moment, he irritably threw the file in his hand. "Simon." "Here." As Simon was watering the indoor potted plants, he quickly set aside his task and respectfully approached. After a long silence, Xavier finally said, "Go buy some decent toys to bring back." "Toys?" Simon was puzzled. Completely baffled. Xavier loosened hi