Chapter 101 Xavier Was Sick
"How did I know about your fiancée?"
It seemed that Xavier's engagement was not a secret, as she had previously searched online and found such discussions.
Regarding Xavier's fiancée, it seemed to be the Miss of the Park family.
Grace was unfamiliar with the Betaqule and unaware of the kind of person Ms. Park was. However, online rumors about her abounded, illustrating her excellence in various aspects and overflowing with awards and accolades.
Xavier's gaze darkened. "Did Ryan tell you?"
"If Xavier has a fiancée, he should not be entangled with others. I have no authority to interfere, but I cannot partake in such actions."
With a resolute demeanor, Xavier suddenly curled his lips.
"Grace, are you permitted to indulge with other men behind your fiancé's back while I am not allowed to have a fiancée?"
Xavier did not rush to explain the situation to his fiancée; his relationship with Stephanie was never conventional.
"Ryan is not my fiancé. We will not get married." Grace struggled to explain further.
Indeed, the intricacies between her and Xavier remained inexplicable.
"However." Xavier's wrist suddenly exerted force, pulling Grace into his embrace.
His other hand encircled Grace's waist, his thin lips brushing against her ear. "I simply enjoy engaging in mischief behind my fiancée's back. You have a fiancé, I have a fiancée, and you are my nephew's girlfriend. Isn't it all quite thrilling?"
Truly, it was highly stimulating. Grace felt a sinful, incestuous thrill, a peculiar sensation stirring within her, causing her very core to tremble.
"No, this cannot be!" Grace exclaimed.
Xavier's gaze fell on Grace's blood-red ear as they spoke closely, his breath spraying onto Grace's ear. The sensitive ear twitched, and the earlobe turned a deep shade of red.
Suddenly, there was an impulse to take a bite.
Xavier, however, remained composed, possessing abundant patience.
"And as you mentioned, thank you for my assistance. You've known me for some time now, and you should understand that my aid comes with a price.
"So, how does my niece-in-law plan to express her gratitude?"
Xavier's voice was a mere whisper, reminiscent of their phone conversation, yet now it felt as if he spoke directly into her ear without the barrier of a device.
With no separation between them, his lips brushed against her ear.
That voice resonated directly into her cochlea.
Xavier stood unclothed, in such close proximity, his hand resting on her waist, sending waves of sensation that weakened Grace's legs.
If it weren't for Xavier's steady hand, she might have collapsed on the ground.
Her skin prickled as if covered in goosebumps, a sensation of tingling.
Her ears and waist, both delicate areas, heightened her sensitivity.
Xavier deliberately elongated his words of gratitude, speaking in such suggestive tones—how could Grace remain oblivious to his intent?
Grace feigned composure, stating, "Xavier, being such a kind soul, surely doesn't appreciate undue burdens, does he? Look at my unattractive appearance; Xavier mustn't fancy my presence around you. Therefore, from now on, I'll keep my distance to spare you any discomfort. Consider it my way of showing gratitude to you."
"You're well aware of your perceived unattractiveness, yet you can conjure such elegant thoughts?"
Grace fell speechless.
Surely, there was no need for such acerbic retorts.
Xavier moved in close, capturing the essence of all the scents emanating from Grace.
She seemed akin to a blossoming rose - the more tense the moment, the more potent her fragrance became.
He had never uttered such words to any other woman; only Grace seemed like an enchanting poppy.
Fully aware of its toxicity, yet the closer he delved into discovering more intriguing facets of her, the more he savored her allure, finding it difficult to resist.
Furthermore, his once-prized self-discipline seemed to waver in Grace's presence, challenging his ability to restrain himself.
Originally not intending to engage with Grace in such a manner, after a series of twists and turns, he found himself reconsidering.
"Grace, your body seems to be more honest than you are. How about this - if you can prove you feel nothing for me, I'll let you go."
"And how do I prove that?"
"If your pants are completely dry, it will prove you feel nothing."
Grace never expected Xavier to propose such a perverse method of proof.
"No!" she exclaimed.
Her legs stiffened, her underwear snug against her body.
She knew she was at a loss.
Perhaps from the moment Xavier emerged from the bathroom, revealing his physique, Grace was no longer devoid of feelings.
Coupled with Xavier's provocative remarks and their prior close encounters, some feelings were inevitable.
"No? So, what are you afraid of? Or are you unwilling to admit that you've actually desired this all along?" Xavier's grip on Grace's waist loosened, causing her legs to give out.
Unable to restrain himself any longer, Xavier swiftly removed the only veil covering her, the towel.
Then, he pressed his lips to Grace's.
Grace shook her head vigorously, yet she feared hurting Xavier.
Cause of being coerced, her eyes welled up with misty tears.
Shimmering with watery sheen, as if being bullied too harshly by him, a hint of redness at the corners of her eyes evoked a sense of pity from onlookers.
Xavier reached out directly, shielding those beautiful eyes that could easily melt one's heart.
Having recently interacted more with Grace, he had forgotten that Grace herself was no saint.
Wasn't Grace's initial goal also to threaten him into breaking off the engagement? It was she who first provoked him, and now, if there was any regret, it was too late.
He, too, had never been a virtuous man.
He intended to ruin everything good, to destroy the Montgomery family and the Lewis family!
Yet Xavier dared not delve into the depths of his feelings for Grace; it seemed that as long as he avoided pondering, it was a form of retribution against the Lewis and Montgomery families.
Each took what they needed; it was simply human nature.
Although Xavier's mind veered towards the most ruthless thoughts, when he felt the dampness in his palm, his hand still moved away from Grace's eyes.
Grace's eyes were now tinted red, as if washed by water, indeed resembling the image of someone bullied that Xavier had pictured.
Yet strangely, there was a lack of the previous satisfaction in his heart.
This time felt different from the previous encounters; he had softened.
She was unwilling, and he did not want to force her.
He released Grace, then walked to the side, picking up a clean shirt to drape over himself, concealing the robust muscles beneath the fabric.
Grace knelt on the ground, the tresses she had carelessly gathered now scattered like seaweed cascading down.
The previously fierce Xavier had resumed his noble, aloof demeanor as if nothing had transpired.
Xavier's hand rested on the buttons of his shirt, his well-defined knuckles deftly fastening each one.
An observable difference was the absence of the dark hand chain on his wrist.
As he continued fastening the buttons, Xavier's tone turned cold as he uttered, "I have no fiancée."
Grace paused, her eyes expressing a distinct astonishment contrasting starkly with moments before.
'No fiancée for Xavier?'
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