章 565: His Right Over Her

Xi Yuan froze briefly, his right hand gripping the polished wooden railing, his wedding band casting a gentle glow from the chandelier above. Together. He shook his head before continuing up the stairs. He couldn't allow more misunderstandings, not between him and his Xinghe. They'd harmed and scarred her in ways unimaginable already. 

He passed by three doors before halting in front of the master bedroom. Two men stood guard, their posture firm and unwavering. Nifhel waved his hand tiredly at them, signaling them to stand down, his expression resigned. He had warned him, at least.