Chapter 200 The Sick Grace is Adorable
Grace slept like a log, catching up on all the sleep she'd missed.
When she woke up, she heard loud noises outside, like someone was taking something apart.
Feeling better after her nap, she wondered, 'Did new neighbors move in? Are they renovating?'
She was a bit hungry since she hadn't eaten all day. Not in the mood to cook, she decided to order takeout.
Grace rarely got sick, but the recent cold snap might've done her in.
When she stepped out of her bedroom, she was shocked to see her front door being taken apart.
She stood there, stunned, as the lock was removed and the door opened.
Grace eyed the repairman suspiciously as he opened her door. "Who are you? Who said you could mess with my door? I'm calling the cops!"
She thought it was the neighbors renovating, but it turned out someone was dismantling her own door! The lock was already gone.
'Are thieves this bold now?' Grace thought, eyes wide.
The repairman looked just as surprised. He glanced at Grace, then back outside. "This gentleman said it was his place?"
"What?" Grace was confused.
Then she saw Xavier walk in.
Xavier's entrance was dramatic, his tall frame catching everyone's attention. Dressed in a sharp suit, his hair slicked back with gel, showing off his forehead.
As Xavier walked in, looking like a god, Grace blinked her eyes in disbelief, thinking she might be hallucinating.
She instinctively touched her bare face, a habit from being home alone without makeup. Then she remembered - Xavier already knew her secret; no need for masks.
"Xavier? What are you doing here? What's going on?" Grace asked.
"Why didn't you answer my calls?" Xavier put down what he was holding.
"I was asleep. Did you call?" Grace had no idea; she slept too deeply.
"Uh..." The repairman hesitated, unsure if he should proceed. It seemed like Xavier was forcing his way in.
Xavier looked at him calmly. "Go ahead."
The repairman swiftly installed the new lock. The new one was much more advanced, featuring advanced security measures.
Xavier recorded his face in the facial recognition lock. After Grace recorded hers, she realized the oddity of the situation and said, "This is my house. Why are you recording your face?"
Wouldn't that mean Xavier could come in anytime?
"I changed the lock, so I need to record my info."
Grace walked over to pour herself a glass of water.
Seeing her pour cold water, Xavier took the cup from her. "You're sick, have some hot cocoa. I'll make it."
"This doesn't make sense," Grace said, holding the hot cocoa Xavier made, looking at him expectantly.
This was her house. He just changed the lock; why did he need to record his info?
Grace was unusually quiet and compliant when sick. Sitting there silently, her eyes appeared watery and pitiful, evoking a sense of vulnerability.
Seeing her like that, Xavier felt a pang in his heart. Maybe it was because she had just woken up or was running a slight fever; her face was red and innocent-looking.
"In case something happens to you, I might be able to help," Xavier said.
Grace sipped her cocoa. "What could happen to me?"
"Gas leak, fire, earthquake, lots of things."
Grace whispered, "Those chances are pretty slim."
"Are you arguing?"
Grace's mind was foggy, so she didn't dwell on it.
"So, did you come just to see me?" Grace asked. "Did Mason tell you?"
Xavier didn't admit it and blamed Mason.
"Mason said you were on the brink of death from illness. If I hadn't come to take you to the hospital, you might not make it to see the sun rise tomorrow."
Meanwhile, Mason sneezed and wondered, 'Am I catching a cold? Or is someone talking about me?' He didn't know he was taking the blame for Xavier again.
Grace quietly muttered, "Mason exaggerated. I'm not a kid. If I were really sick, I'd go to the hospital myself. Besides, it's supposed to be cloudy tomorrow, so there won't be any sun to see anyway."
She muttered the last part. Xavier looked at her. "What did you say?"
"Nothing. I've already been to the hospital, had an IV, and took medicine. The doctor said I'd be fine tomorrow. You didn't need to come."
Was she saying his visit was a bother?
Xavier couldn't understand why he felt a surge of anger. Did she know he postponed his afternoon work? Did she know he was so worried that she might faint from illness that he couldn't wait for her to answer the phone, so he called a locksmith right away?
Then Grace looked up and smiled brightly. "But thanks for coming to see me."
At least, Xavier was the first person to come see her.
Her smile was like warm sunshine, instantly melting Xavier's anger.
Xavier took a deep breath, forcing himself to look away.
If Grace weren't sick, with that smile, he might have already pushed her down.
"Stop smiling," Xavier's voice was hoarse.
Grace rarely smiled so genuinely. In her sickly state, she looked like a fragile porcelain doll that might shatter with the slightest touch.
Yet that smile, paired with her fragile look, made him want to obliterate it. Sometimes, Xavier wished he wasn't confined by human emotions and morals; being a beast, driven purely by instinct, seemed far more appealing.
"Am I not pretty?" Grace rubbed her cheeks.
She had just woken up, her hair down, still in her pajamas, and her face must be pale.
Xavier didn't answer but asked, "What do you think?"
Seeing her face so red, he touched her cheek, checking her temperature.
Was her forehead hot? Was she delirious from the fever? She seemed silly today.
His cool hand on her forehead felt really nice. For a moment, Grace wanted his hand to stay there forever.
But she held his hand, trying to move it. "I've already broken the fever, not hot."
Xavier frowned. "Why are your hands so hot?"
"I was holding hot cocoa," Grace murmured.
The cocoa that Xavier made for her.
Xavier fell into a contemplative silence, wondering if his intellect was also on the decline.
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