Urging Him to Get a Divorce (Aveline and Xavier) novel Chapter 722

Amy nodded in understanding. “I understand, Mr. Beltran.”

“About the driver you wanted me to find for your wife—I’ve found someone,” Amy continued. “She recently retired from my old unit, is in her thirties, and is an excellent fighter.”

Xavier responded, “Is she someone you know personally?”

“Yes, she’s trustworthy and a good person. You can rely on her completely.”

“Send me her file. I’ll have my wife review it,” Xavier said.

“Of course, Mr. Beltran,” Amy replied.

After ending the call, Xavier headed to his bedroom for a quick shower. Once out, he stepped onto the balcony, phone in hand, drying his damp hair as he carefully reviewed the file Amy had sent over about the female driver. The evening air was cool, carrying the faint hum of the city below. He considered the candidate thoughtfully, feeling she might be a suitable choice. Without hesitation, he texted Aveline: [Amy found someone from her service days. Good person, skilled fighter.]

[Sending you her file now. She can stay with you and be your driver from here on.]

Aveline was just preparing to go to bed when the message popped up on her phone. She frowned slightly, a mix of irritation and skepticism crossing her face. Why does he keep doing all this? she wondered silently. Now he’s even arranging a driver for me.

She scoffed softly. Probably just someone to keep tabs on me, she thought bitterly.

Sebastian had been searching for a driver for her too, and honestly, she would rather have one of his picks than someone sent by Xavier.

When the file arrived, Aveline didn’t even bother to glance at it. She muted her phone, slipped into bed, and soon drifted off to sleep, knowing she had an early trip back to Mount Ardwood the next morning.

Hours passed without a single reply from Aveline, well beyond her usual bedtime. Xavier sighed in frustration, muttering under his breath, “She’s probably going to reject her.”

He sent a brief message: [Goodnight, babe.]

Then, texting Amy, he added, [Keep her on. We’ll cover her salary.]

Receiving Xavier’s message, Amy immediately assumed Aveline had declined the driver he arranged and simply replied, [Understood, Mr. Beltran.]

The following morning, Aveline was driving back to Mount Ardwood. She pulled into a quiet gas station to refuel. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a soft golden glow over the empty lot.

After using the restroom, she returned to her car, only to find a man standing in front of it, head lowered beneath a baseball cap, his face hidden in shadow.

Aveline approached cautiously, just as she reached for the door handle, the man stepped forward.

Back at the gas station, Bryan’s smile broadened after Aveline’s sharp question.

“Ms. Sutton, I was driving for Mr. Beltran when he was kidnapped,” he said.

“That day, you dragged Mr. Beltran out without a second thought. You didn’t care whether I lived or died. How could you forget that?” she shot back coldly.

“Or maybe someone like me is invisible to you. You probably think it’s no big deal if an ant like me dies,” Bryan added bitterly.

Aveline’s gaze hardened. “Let go of the door, or I’ll call the police.”

Bryan’s expression softened slightly. “Hey, don’t be mad. I was just joking. I don’t blame you.”

“I get it. You didn’t see me back then—you were focused on saving Mr. Beltran and didn’t think about me. Anyway, I’m alive and well now, so no hard feelings.”

“What a coincidence running into you here. Maybe we should talk,” he suggested.

Aveline hesitated, her mind racing with conflicting emotions as the morning sun continued to rise around them.