Chapter 215 Grace is Very Proactive Today
Grace wandered around but couldn't find any masks, so she gave up.
As the streets got busier, more men started eyeing Grace with lecherous looks.
Xavier wanted to gouge out their eyes.
"I'm not cold," Grace said as Xavier draped his suit jacket over her shoulders.
Xavier buttoned it up and turned up the collar, covering half her face. "Even if you're not cold, wear it," he insisted.
Grace, petite next to Xavier's imposing frame, felt enveloped in his scent. Though the jacket dwarfed her, she decided to keep it on, finding comfort in its warmth and his lingering fragrance.
Grace noticed Xavier's expression growing colder, starting to question if Xavier was uncomfortable here. His silence hinted at a simmering discontent she couldn't ignore.
Worried he might get angry, she quickly pulled him away.
Later, Xavier drove them back to the Bameran villa.
Grace, familiar with the place, followed Xavier inside, holding his suit jacket.
It was late, and most of the servants had gone to bed.
Grace realized she hadn't given Xavier his gift yet. Flustered but determined, she pulled out a carefully wrapped package. "Mr. Montgomery, I have something for you."
Xavier preferred when she called him by his first name. Whenever Grace called him Xavier in that gentle tone of hers, it always stirred an urge in him to pin her to the bed. When she called him Mr. Montgomery, it felt distant.
"I saw this tie clip today and thought it was nice. You might not need it, but I wanted to give it to you," Grace said, handing it to him.
The tie clip was exquisitely crafted. Though Xavier had many, he accepted it. "I'll take it."
"And this watch, I really like it. I think it suits you perfectly," Grace said, revealing a luxurious timepiece.
Xavier, known for his exclusive taste, noticed the pristine craftsmanship. The watch was undoubtedly expensive. His eyes widened with surprise and admiration. Had Grace splurged on such an extravagant gift just for him?
"Why are you giving me this?" Xavier asked.
"There are many reasons. You've given me so much; can't I give you something?"
Compared to Xavier's gifts, Grace's seemed insignificant. He had given her a painting worth over a hundred million dollars and valuable shares.
Though it didn't compare, it was a heartfelt gesture from Grace.
"Put it on me."
Xavier, who usually wore a watch on one wrist, took off his expensive watch and tossed it aside, extending his hand.
His fingers were long and slender, his hands broad with visible veins, making even his hands look like works of art.
Grace took out the watch and skillfully put it on Xavier. It fit perfectly, making him look both cool and noble. She had chosen well!
Xavier's gaze softened as he admired the watch. His smile showed genuine pleasure, filling Grace with joy.
Xavier was known for his generosity but rarely accepted gifts. Grace's gift seemed to touch him differently.
"Giving me such an expensive gift, what do you want in return?"
Grace never expected anything in return. She casually looped her finger around Xavier's collar, her eyes full of charm and allure.
She pulled him close, mimicking his earlier tone, "I don't want anything in return. I want you!"
Xavier's eyes darkened, his voice almost hoarse. "Really? How do you want me?"
"How does a woman want a man? What do you think?" Grace replied, echoing his past words.
Her lips curled up, her eyes like a charming fox. "Mr. Montgomery, with all your experience, you know how to undress, right? I shouldn't need to teach you?"
Grace, who had been proper outside, now turned into a seductive enchantress, breaking down his self-control in seconds.
Xavier had intended to be mindful of her illness, but now it seemed Grace was asking for trouble.
"Ms. Lewis, you're quite forward today." Xavier's voice was deep, his fingers pressing against the table, turning white from the force. If that strength were on Grace's waist, he might break it.
Grace was prepared, aware this wasn't their first rendezvous. With familiarity came ease and anticipation. Why not indulge in the moment? After all, who knew what the future held—perhaps someday Xavier would find a girlfriend, and their liaisons would end.
She was clear-headed, understanding she had no intentions of clinging to Xavier. If he decided to settle down, she was ready to quietly depart without a word.
Grace leaned against him, lifting his chin. "Mr. Montgomery, don't you like forward women?" As she shifted, one of her shoulder straps slipped off, revealing her fair skin.
Grace's body radiated allure, much like a rose in full bloom.
Xavier didn't want to hold back anymore. He reached around her back, unzipping her dress in one swift motion, stripping it off in a second. His hot lips descended, giving Grace no chance to regret.
Grace was pressed against the wall, kissed until she couldn't breathe.
Xavier's kisses were more intense than ever, his passion like it would tear her apart and swallow her whole.
Grace couldn't stand anymore, so Xavier carried her to the nearby sofa, sitting her on his strong, muscular thigh. His thigh was firm and hot, and Grace felt the heat wherever she touched. She was completely undressed, while Xavier was still fully clothed, exuding immense charm.
When Grace felt she was about to suffocate, Xavier finally pulled back a little. "Did you learn what I taught you last time, what I just demonstrated?" he whispered.
"Learn what?" Grace leaned against Xavier's chest, breathing heavily, her mind blank.
Xavier bit her earlobe, guiding her hand to him, saying just one sentence.
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