Chapter 184 The Naked Grace
Grace lay under the covers, never imagining she'd end up in such a mess. Anxiety gripped her, heart pounding with fear and uncertainty.
She wasn't worried about her relationship with Xavier being exposed, but she hated the idea of causing him any trouble.
She didn't want Xavier to get a bad rap. Even though she didn't see herself as Ryan's fiancée, the online rumors were brutal. She'd heard the nasty comments and knew how hurtful they could be.
This had nothing to do with Xavier, and she didn't want to drag him into it.
How did Ryan and the others find her? Who tipped them off?
Grace clutched the bedsheet tightly, but she couldn't go out now—she was completely naked.
Ryan's eyes were glued to the lump under the covers, clearly indicating someone was hiding there.
He couldn't believe his fiancée was in bed with Xavier.
Xavier's gaze turned icy. "No, get out!"
"Then lift the covers and let me see. If it's not Grace, I'll leave immediately!" Ryan shot back, not buying it.
With everything laid bare, how could he believe the figure under the covers wasn't Grace?
"My girl isn't wearing clothes. Do you think I'll let you see?" Xavier snapped.
This cut Ryan deeply. 'Since when did Grace become Xavier's woman?' he wondered.
"I'll say it one last time, get out, and I'll give you an explanation!" Xavier's tone was filled with threat and pressure, making everyone else leave quickly.
Ryan couldn't handle the tension any longer, so he quietly left the room, relying on Xavier's promise of an explanation and choosing to wait.
Ryan and the media stayed outside the door, determined to wait for Xavier and the woman to come out.
Once they were gone, Grace, her face flushed, emerged from under the covers.
Her long hair was messy, with some strands sticking to her cheeks. Her beautiful eyes sparkled.
"I didn't call the media, and this isn't a tactic to break off the engagement. I didn't set you up," Grace explained, fearing Xavier might misunderstand.
After all, she was now in bed with Xavier, and suddenly so many reporters showed up. Coupled with her intention to break off the engagement, it seemed like she was framing Xavier.
Grace lowered her eyes. "Anyway, it started because of me. I'll handle it and make sure it doesn't affect you."
"How are you going to handle it?" Xavier asked.
Grace bit her lip. "I have my way."
With Ryan outside, it was the only way to dispel everyone's doubts.
Xavier understood her intentions. "Beg for me, and I'll help you."
Grace shook her head. "I can handle my own affairs."
Grace was always like this; if she had a way, she wouldn't rely on others.
"Xavier, if you really want to help me, could you take care of Iris for me?"
Her eyes were still so bright, filled with hope.
Xavier's Adam's apple bobbed, almost agreeing.
"No," he refused in the end.
This answer wasn't surprising. She would have to think of another way.
Grace bent down to pick up her clothes from the floor, but before she could put them on, she noticed a foul smell, like something had gone bad.
Seeing her actions, Xavier said, "Your clothes got dirty last night. I asked Mason to bring some over."
Xavier called Mason, asking him to bring two sets of clothes, one for a woman and one for a man. "I'll send you the address and sizes later," he instructed.
When Mason heard the hotel name, he thought, 'I knew it.'
After Xavier parked yesterday, Mason had a feeling Xavier was worried about Grace.
Mason ruminated, 'Of course, Xavier would look after Ryan's fiancée, Grace. And now, Xavier had helped Grace settle into bed.'
Grace was stunned for a moment, then her face turned even redder. "My clothes got dirty, so you took off my pants too?"
Not just her pants, but her underwear as well?
Grace, wrapped in the blanket, only had her head exposed.
"You've got it wrong. You took off your clothes, underwear, and pants yourself," replied Xavier.
Grace, feeling a bit embarrassed and not remembering much, said, "I'll go freshen up real quick."
Grace, still wrapped in the blanket, prepared to get up. However, as she pulled the blanket away, Xavier was left uncovered.
Xavier didn't typically sleep in his daytime clothes, and since there were no pajamas available, he wasn't wearing anything at all.
As a result, he was completely naked.
Fortunately, the reporters weren't here, or this would be a different story.
Grace quickly glanced at him, then hurriedly covered Xavier with the blanket, her cheeks burning even more.
"You keep it." After all, he had seen it before. Grace boldly lifted her blanket and dashed into the bathroom, which was well-equipped.
Despite Grace's body reeking of alcohol, she decided to take a shower first to wash off the strong smell. Xavier didn't mind her stench and even slept in the same bed with her.
The hot water felt comfortable on her body. After washing, Grace dried her hair.
The hotel room was well-equipped, with a full set of makeup products provided. Grace grabbed the makeup remover and wiped off all her makeup. Before long, her stunning face was reflected in the mirror.
Her damp bangs clung to the sides of her face, dripping with water, adding a touch of allure. Her long, curled eyelashes fluttered slightly, with a few drops of water sliding down. Her cheeks were flushed, and her skin was very tender.
Grace knew that only by going out like this could she dispel the doubts outside and let everyone know that there was nothing between Xavier and Grace, that she wasn't Grace.
Although this would expose her secret to Xavier, it was the only way to keep him out of this mess.
Grace was also grateful that she had never shown her true face to anyone. At this moment, her real appearance played a crucial role.
Just then, there was a knock on the bathroom door, followed by Xavier's voice. "I left the clothes outside the door."
"Okay, thank you."
Grace withdrew her gaze, walked to the door, opened it slightly, and reached out to grab the bag left outside.
The bag had a brand logo on it, a luxury brand. The simplest piece of clothing could cost over ten thousand dollars.
Inside was a black, fitted dress, along with underwear and panties, all in her size.
Grace recalled Xavier's phone conversation—"I'll send you the sizes later." She thought it was just for the clothes, but it included the underwear too.
'Xavier hasn't even taken my measurements, so how does he know my sizes so accurately?' She wondered, eyeing the bag.
Besides the clothes, there was a pair of shoes, black high heels, simple and elegant. Grace was surprised that Xavier even knew her shoe size.
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