The Moment I Stepped Into His World as the Fake Girlfriend, I Became the Real Prize novel Chapter 78

Elena rolled around on the bed, deciding to take a quick shower before washing her uniform, skirt, bra, and Lorelei's jacket.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

But the moment she stood up, a knock sounded at the door.

"Sterls..."

Assuming it was Sterling, she walked straight over and pulled the door open.

The person standing outside wasn't Sterling, but a maid.

Seeing Elena's current state, the maid froze, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Ms. Larkin, Mr. Hawthorne needs to see you in his room."

Xavier wanted to see her?

Instantly, Elena's heart plummeted, and her immediate instinct was to refuse.

But then she remembered Xavier's temperament. If she refused, she wouldn't get a wink of sleep tonight!

This was The Hawthorne Estate. Sneaking into her room in the dead of night would be child's play for him.

She quickly grabbed her phone and fired off a message.

Looking back up, she agreed, "Alright, where is he? Lead the way."

The maid looked stunned. After hesitating for a few seconds, she suggested, "Ms. Larkin, perhaps... you should change first?"

Hearing this, Elena glanced down at herself, then suddenly smiled. "No need. If he's calling for me, it must be urgent. We shouldn't keep him waiting."

The maid tried to protest, but Elena had already stepped out into the hallway.

Left with no choice, the maid could only lead the way.

Inwardly, however, the maid couldn't hide her shock.

Ms. Larkin had come home wearing the Fourth Young Master's dress shirt. It wasn't hard to guess... they had just shared a passionate moment.

And now, the Second Young Master was summoning her—not to the living room, but directly to his bedroom.

The entire situation felt bizarrely inappropriate.

Yet, Ms. Larkin didn't even bother changing, choosing to walk right into his bedroom in such a revealing outfit.

Elena's heart raced. She took a step back, only to collide squarely against a rock-solid chest.

It was Xavier. He engulfed her from behind, his sharp, dominant scent wrapping around her completely. "Babe, I finally caught you."

He tightened his arms, trapping her waist in an iron grip. His scalding breath brushed against the crook of her neck.

"Babe, you took off your uniform?"

The man rubbed the fabric between his fingers, immediately realizing it wasn't what he expected.

"You look stunning in your uniform. I hadn't seen enough of it."

He paused, his voice turning incredibly hoarse. "Babe, what are you wearing right now?"

Elena didn't flinch or pull away, simply letting him hold her.

At his question, she lazily lifted her eyelids, waiting for her vision to adjust to the pitch black.

"I'm wearing your younger brother's—my boyfriend's—white dress shirt."