Chapter 867

"Did you receive the gift, Yvie?" Xavier's deep, steady voice came through as Yvette answered the call, pushing Wilson's hands away with a glare. "I did," she replied, her lips curling into a soft smile. "Thank you, Xavier. It's beautiful." "As long as you like it," Xavier responded, his tone warm and calm. Just as Yvette opened her mouth to say more, Wilson's hand slid to her waist, giving a teasing squeeze at just the right spot. She sucked in a breath, her body betraying her with a small shiver. "Stop it," she hissed under her breath, shooting him a sharp look. Wilson, the picture of innocence, raised his brows. "Sorry, baby. My hand slipped." Xavier's voice came through again, now slightly more measured, as if he'd caught the undercurrent of tension. "Yvie, there's something I need to tell you." She glared at Wilson one last time before focusing on the call. "Go ahead." Wilson, deciding he'd pushed enough for now, focused on gently massaging her waist, though his dark eyes