He Swore He Hated Seafood, So Why Did His Lips Taste Like Oysters? - Chapter 131: Chapter 131
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Isla froze.
She never expected David would go this far for Ivy.
When she saw Ivy's video overseas, she knew Xavier was head-over-heels in love with her.
She'd been so smug.
So when she went to gloat to the old man, she didn't notice he'd gotten smart this time and learned to gather evidence.
The video on the big screen kept playing.
This time, it was a familiar scene—Boston Bridge.
"Ivy, let me tell you—Xavier is mine, and only mine."
That night on Boston Bridge, Isla appeared to be gripping the girl's hand tightly.
But she was actually prying Ivy's fingers off the bridge railing one by one.
Then deliberately fell into the water with Ivy.
Isla panicked.
There'd been tons of media that night, all focused on Ivy below the railing.
She hadn't realized there were cameras at her angle too.
"Cut it! Cut it!"
She rushed backstage, smashing things and hitting the staff.
"I said cut it! Are you all deaf?"
Obviously, whoever was playing the footage had thought of this—when one feed got cut, another took over.
No matter how much she screamed and hit people, it was useless.
Finally, when Isla managed to shut down the backstage equipment, the footage had ended.
The crowd that had been cheering gradually fell silent.
Nobody dared make a sound.
Everyone secretly watched for the Boston prince's reaction.
But Xavier's response surprised them all.
He didn't seem particularly affected, just looked down at the girl with lowered eyes, speaking gently: "What's going on? Care to explain?"
"Xavier, let me explain."
He looked like he wasn't angry: "Go ahead."
But the calmer he seemed, the more anxious Isla got.
What could she say?
It was all true after all.
It's fine—as long as they got engaged tonight, all these videos could be buried.
She comforted herself, coaxing the man in front of her:
"Xavier, how about we just... get engaged first, okay?"
Xavier thought for a moment, then nodded.
"Sure."
"I don't mind."
He really didn't care.
He'd never cared about other people's lives or deaths.
The atmosphere had gotten creepy as hell.
But the engagement continued.
The host didn't know what to say either.
"Please exchange engagement rings!"
Xavier pulled out something—not a ring, but a little old sunshine doll.
He seemed to remember something and smiled:
"Isla, remember this? I secretly took it from you back then."
Three years ago, he'd witnessed his father's affair, losing his sight in a car crash.
During that time, Isla had stayed by his side.
"If you're feeling gloomy, just touch the sunshine doll's head and it'll clear up~"
Xavier asked quietly:
"Can you give it to me?"
The girl refused:
"This one's too old. I'll buy you a new one next time!"
This was from her mother—she didn't want to give it to anyone else.
But Xavier didn't want a different one.
When she wasn't looking, he secretly yanked it off and hid it in his sleeve.
The girl never noticed until she went abroad.
Isla's eyelid suddenly twitched, her smile stiffening: "Of course I remember…"
"Xavier, why do you have Ivy's stuff?"
Victoria Sterling returned from the restroom to see Xavier holding a familiar little object.
Shit!
Isla reached out to grab it.
But Xavier held it up high, tilting his head: "Auntie, are you saying this belongs to Ivy?"
"Yeah, I gave it to her. She mentioned losing it before."
"There's even an ink stain here—she was doing homework, accidentally knocked it over and was upset about it for ages."
Now Isla was really scared.
The reason Xavier had liked her all these years was because he thought she was the one who'd stayed with him three years ago.
But what if it wasn't her?
She never expected David would go this far for Ivy.
When she saw Ivy's video overseas, she knew Xavier was head-over-heels in love with her.
She'd been so smug.
So when she went to gloat to the old man, she didn't notice he'd gotten smart this time and learned to gather evidence.
The video on the big screen kept playing.
This time, it was a familiar scene—Boston Bridge.
"Ivy, let me tell you—Xavier is mine, and only mine."
That night on Boston Bridge, Isla appeared to be gripping the girl's hand tightly.
But she was actually prying Ivy's fingers off the bridge railing one by one.
Then deliberately fell into the water with Ivy.
Isla panicked.
There'd been tons of media that night, all focused on Ivy below the railing.
She hadn't realized there were cameras at her angle too.
"Cut it! Cut it!"
She rushed backstage, smashing things and hitting the staff.
"I said cut it! Are you all deaf?"
Obviously, whoever was playing the footage had thought of this—when one feed got cut, another took over.
No matter how much she screamed and hit people, it was useless.
Finally, when Isla managed to shut down the backstage equipment, the footage had ended.
The crowd that had been cheering gradually fell silent.
Nobody dared make a sound.
Everyone secretly watched for the Boston prince's reaction.
But Xavier's response surprised them all.
He didn't seem particularly affected, just looked down at the girl with lowered eyes, speaking gently: "What's going on? Care to explain?"
"Xavier, let me explain."
He looked like he wasn't angry: "Go ahead."
But the calmer he seemed, the more anxious Isla got.
What could she say?
It was all true after all.
It's fine—as long as they got engaged tonight, all these videos could be buried.
She comforted herself, coaxing the man in front of her:
"Xavier, how about we just... get engaged first, okay?"
Xavier thought for a moment, then nodded.
"Sure."
"I don't mind."
He really didn't care.
He'd never cared about other people's lives or deaths.
The atmosphere had gotten creepy as hell.
But the engagement continued.
The host didn't know what to say either.
"Please exchange engagement rings!"
Xavier pulled out something—not a ring, but a little old sunshine doll.
He seemed to remember something and smiled:
"Isla, remember this? I secretly took it from you back then."
Three years ago, he'd witnessed his father's affair, losing his sight in a car crash.
During that time, Isla had stayed by his side.
"If you're feeling gloomy, just touch the sunshine doll's head and it'll clear up~"
Xavier asked quietly:
"Can you give it to me?"
The girl refused:
"This one's too old. I'll buy you a new one next time!"
This was from her mother—she didn't want to give it to anyone else.
But Xavier didn't want a different one.
When she wasn't looking, he secretly yanked it off and hid it in his sleeve.
The girl never noticed until she went abroad.
Isla's eyelid suddenly twitched, her smile stiffening: "Of course I remember…"
"Xavier, why do you have Ivy's stuff?"
Victoria Sterling returned from the restroom to see Xavier holding a familiar little object.
Shit!
Isla reached out to grab it.
But Xavier held it up high, tilting his head: "Auntie, are you saying this belongs to Ivy?"
"Yeah, I gave it to her. She mentioned losing it before."
"There's even an ink stain here—she was doing homework, accidentally knocked it over and was upset about it for ages."
Now Isla was really scared.
The reason Xavier had liked her all these years was because he thought she was the one who'd stayed with him three years ago.
But what if it wasn't her?
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