Chapter 413 Who Is Xavier's Wife
Grace was over it. It wasn't too late, and there were still people around when she dashed out.
She took a few deep breaths, finally shaking off the fear.
If she went to find Scott now, he'd definitely read too much into it. This was a resort, and she had nowhere else to go.
Grace noticed Xavier didn't follow her out.
She waited outside for a bit but didn't see any movement inside, not even a light.
Putting together the noise she heard earlier and her gut feeling, she figured Xavier had fallen. After thinking it over, she sensed it was one of Xavier's tricks to trap her.
Grace waited a little longer, and when she realized there was no more noise, she gathered her courage to go back in.
She hadn't closed the door when she left. Grace felt around for the light switch by the door and turned it on, only to find Xavier lying on the floor.
She couldn't worry about anything else; her concern took over. She rushed to Xavier's side. "Xavier, Xavier!"
If Xavier opened his eyes now, he'd see Grace's face full of worry.
"Xavier!" Grace then grabbed her phone and quickly called the resort's emergency services.
Soon, the same on-duty doctor from last time hurried over.
He first checked Xavier's condition and then glanced around the messy room.
"Doctor, it's not what you think," Grace said.
The doctor gave a knowing smile. "I get it."
Grace fell silent, thinking the doctor didn't get it at all!
"Is he alright? How could he have fainted? Was he drunk?" Grace kept asking, still really worried about Xavier.
Despite their issues, if Xavier died, she wouldn't be happy about it.
The doctor replied, "Being drunk is part of it. From his condition, his health is really bad. His eyes are bloodshot, which means he hasn't rested for a long time, or he's been bottling up his emotions until they exploded. The human body has its limits. If he keeps this up, he could suddenly die. He's lucky to be holding on now. It's best to let him rest well. When he wakes up, he should get a check-up."
Grace knew Xavier had insomnia, as he often struggled to fall asleep in the past.
Xavier had once mentioned he could sleep well holding her, but Grace thought that was a lie to make her fall for him.
"From what I see now, he can't stay up late anymore. If you're his girlfriend, you should remind him. Health is important for young people; don't sacrifice everything for money," the doctor suggested.
"No, I'm not..." Grace shook her head.
The doctor cut her off, "If you're not reminding him to take care of his health, then he's in danger."
The doctor thought Grace was unwilling.
"That's not what I meant," Grace tried to explain.
"I'll go get some medicine and an IV. You stay here and watch him," the doctor said as he stood up.
Grace hesitated, "I..."
She didn't want any contact with Xavier or to stay here watching over him.
However, the doctor had already left. Although Xavier had fainted, moving him to the infirmary would be a hassle.
She didn't know how Xavier's back injury was. He seemed to never care about his own body.
Grace felt uneasy and confused; Xavier should have been more content after taking his revenge, yet his apparent misery and inability to let go of her troubled her deeply.
Soon, the doctor came back with the IV all set up.
After hooking Xavier up, the doctor said, "I've got two more patients in the infirmary. Flu's been going around. You'll need to keep an eye on him here."
"I..." Grace started, but the doctor was already gone.
She looked at Xavier, his eyes closed, clearly exhausted with dark circles under them.
Xavier's hand moved like he was trying to grab something.
On a whim, Grace offered her hand, and Xavier held it tightly. If she wanted to pull away now, it wouldn't be easy.
Grace gazed at Xavier, sprawled out before her, drunk and belligerent. His drunken antics had culminated in him commandeering her bed, leaving her to sit beside him in the dead of night. She couldn't help but feel the profound injustice of the situation.
When she got drunk last time, Xavier wasn't the one watching over her.
She really wanted to leave and let Xavier fend for himself.
But for some reason, her body felt heavy, and it was hard to lift her feet.
She extended her other hand, touching Xavier's eyebrows and eyes. In Grace's mind, this was the last time she could touch Xavier so closely.
Last time Xavier pretended to sleep; this time, he was really out cold.
Previously too afraid to approach him, Grace finally mustered the courage this time.
Grace kept an eye on the IV drip, changing the bottle when the first one was done.
Her hand was still held by Xavier, feeling his warmth of his large palm.
She still couldn't fathom why Xavier was like this, or if Xavier would find his actions ridiculous when he woke up.
She waited until Xavier's IV was finished, and it was already late at night.
The doctor came to remove the IV needle and instructed, "The rest of the night is crucial. If anything happens to the patient, let me know immediately. You must stay by his side."
Before Grace could say anything, the doctor quickly left again.
Grace had planned to leave once the IV was done. She didn't want to stay by Xavier's side, but the doctor's words made it impossible for her to leave.
She wondered if there was anyone else who could help watch over Xavier.
Grace stood up and felt around Xavier's pants pocket, finding his phone.
Xavier had changed his phone, and Grace's fingerprint couldn't unlock it anymore.
She scanned Xavier's face, and the phone unlocked.
Grace pondered whether, given his current state, it would be an easy task to steal all the secrets he possessed and transfer the funds from Xavier's account.
But Grace only checked Xavier's Xavier's contact list, which was the first time.
She wanted to call Mason to tell him about Xavier fainting. Since this resort belonged to Xavier, it should be easy to find some staff to take care of him.
But before she found Mason's number, she saw a contact labeled "Wife."
Grace's heart skipped a beat. She looked at the contact, not daring to open it.
She was contemplating who Xavier's wife might be, and for a brief moment, she envisioned herself in that role.
Grace swiftly dismissed the thought. She pondered that perhaps all along, Xavier had never regarded her as a girlfriend. At most, she was just a mistress—if even that. She was merely his sexual partner, so it was inconceivable that he would refer to her as his wife.
But curiosity got the better of her, and she tapped on the contact.
When she saw the number, Grace was stunned.
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