Chapter 390 Unable to Control His Frenzied Kisses
Xavier's heart tightened as he held Grace's hands, soaking in this rare moment.
Every second with Grace felt like a stolen treasure to Xavier, and he cherished it deeply.
"Grace," he whispered in his heart.
Grace seemed to sense something, nuzzling her face against Xavier's chest, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes. "Xavier."
Xavier reached out, gently wiping away her tears with his thumb.
Then he bent down and scooped Grace up.
Xavier left the private room, and outside, Victor was still waiting. "Xavier, are you taking Grace home?"
After a pause, Xavier instructed, "If Grace asks, tell her Sterling took her home."
Victor was momentarily stunned, not understanding Xavier's intention.
Xavier carried Grace out of the bar, his car parked just outside. He placed Grace on his lap, his gaze heavy and suppressed. "Drive."
He couldn't bear to let go for even a second. Only when holding Grace did he feel a sense of fulfillment.
The drive felt too short, the moments too few.
He cradled Grace upstairs, entered the password, and arrived at Grace's home.
It was still as cozy as ever, kept clean by Grace. Xavier placed Grace on the bed, just about to get up when he noticed she was still clutching his shirt.
Grace slept fitfully, muttering something incoherent in her sleep.
Xavier heard her words clearly. "Why… why did you lie to me?"
"I'm sorry, Grace." Xavier looked at Grace with a pained expression. She didn't know when she started crying again, tears streaming down her face, leaving a trail.
Xavier bent down, wiping away her tears once more.
She seemed made of water; no matter how much he wiped, the tears wouldn't stop.
He lowered his head, kissed her long eyelashes, and couldn't help but let his lips slide down to her nose, then further down, lightly brushing her lips.
The kiss, at first feather-light, quickly deepened, his control shattering. Xavier grabbed Grace's head, roughly biting her lips, tasting her sweetness.
The taste of alcohol was strong, but beneath it, he tasted her, the sweetness he'd craved for days.
His longing erupted, his arms tightening around her waist as he kissed her with a fierce possessiveness. He wanted her, here, now, regardless of the consequences.
However, the weight of his promise to Joseph, a promise sealed with Joseph's life, held him captive.
And Stephanie… he knew her volatile nature. If he refused her, she might attempt suicide. If the Park family were to lose its last member, he could never find peace in being with Grace.
Seemingly heartless, Xavier was actually the most sentimental and righteous person.
He didn't know how long it took before he let go of Grace.
Grace's eyes were barely open, as if she was awake but not quite.
She hugged his waist, her voice low and full of grievance. "Xavier, is that you?"
She seemed to try hard to open her eyes but couldn't.
"Go sleep." Xavier patted her back, his eyes still deep and dark.
Although he had just kissed her, it wasn't enough for Xavier. He wanted more; he wanted all of Grace.
Grace lay on the bed, and Xavier silently stayed by her side. He didn't know when he would see Grace again or if they would get along as peacefully as this time.
Xavier watched Grace's face, already etched in his heart, from late night until the sky gradually brightened.
When Grace woke up in the morning, her head was pounding.
She sat up, momentarily bewildered, wondering how she had ended up back in her own home.
In her hazy memory, Grace recalled Sterling inviting her to dinner last night, and then she drank a lot. But her last clear memory was at the bar; she had no idea who brought her home.
Grace vaguely remembered catching a glimpse of Xavier.
She quickly dismissed it as a hallucination, thinking it was just her longing for him making him appear in her dreams.
Grace forced a bitter smile, reminding herself that Xavier was far away in Oakworth; there was no way he could be in Skigeth.
She figured it was just the alcohol messing with her mind. After all, Xavier despised her; he would never hold her.
Grace held her forehead. She should hate Xavier. In her dream, she should have been angry at him, not dreaming of him holding her.
She even dreamed of Xavier kissing her, just like before—rough and not gentle at all. Little did she know, her dream was real.
The emotions in Xavier's eyes were unreadable to her. Now Grace believed that the complexity in Xavier's eyes was all hatred for her.
Grace got out of bed and went to the living room, only to find a bowl of hangover soup on the table.
She was stunned. Who made this hangover soup?
Realizing someone had actually brought her home, Grace's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly checked the surveillance at her door.
She had installed surveillance to guard against Tom, and the door lock also had a surveillance function, so she should be able to see!
Grace quickly opened the surveillance but found that last night's video was missing.
It seemed she hadn't checked the surveillance for a long time, and it seemed to have broken down. There were no videos for the past half month.
Grace then checked the door lock and found that the recording function wasn't turned on, with no records at all.
At this moment, Grace had no idea who had taken her home.
She had Sterling's contact information, so she called him.
The call was quickly answered. "Ms. Lewis, calling so early, didn't you have enough fun drinking last night?"
"Mr. Wallace," she asked hesitantly, "how did I get home last night?"
Sterling paused. "Of course, I took you home. You have no idea how much you drank. I didn't know Ms. Lewis could hold her liquor so well."
A trace of disappointment flashed in her eyes. It really was Sterling.
In her heart, Grace still wished that it was Xavier who had taken her home. However, recalling how much he despised her, she abandoned the thought.
"What's wrong, Ms. Lewis? Is there a problem?" Sterling asked.
"No, I just wanted to thank you for bringing me home and for the hangover soup." Grace responded quickly.
"Well, it wasn't easy getting you home. Remember, you owe me a favor, and you'll have to repay it next time." Sterling said.
"Okay," Grace agreed.
"Ms. Lewis, are you free today? I have something to discuss with you." Sterling added.
"What is it?" Grace was puzzled.
Sterling said, "I'll pick you up downstairs later. You'll know when you come out."
After hanging up, Sterling smirked. Xavier was really something, giving him a favor for free.
He didn't know Xavier's intention. Xavier clearly couldn't let go of Grace, traveling all the way from Oakworth, yet not showing up.
In other words, it was an opportunity for Sterling to look into Grace.
Sterling glanced at his thumb, thinking of touching Grace's face last night. It seemed many secrets were about to surface!
‘Xavier,’ he thought, ‘you won't get away with interfering.’
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