Chapter 581 If He Had a Daughter Like Grace
"She's outside."
Upon hearing Xavier's words, Dorian stood up and headed towards the door.
He opened the door of the reception room and, through the large floor-to-ceiling glass in the living room, he saw the girl crouching in the side garden among a large patch of purple iris flowers.
She looked like a fairy, her white dress blending into the blue and purple, like the most beautiful embellishment.
Grace also arrived later and, from the living room, saw outside that there was a vast patch of iris flowers in the garden. She had no idea when Xavier had planted them.
Iris flowers were actually easy to grow. As long as there were branches, just threw them randomly in the soil, and they usually survived, no matter how harsh the environment or how barren the land was.
Now it's the season when the iris flowers were in full bloom, with a dense mass of them swaying with the gentle breeze. The petals were like the tails of an owl, very beautiful.
Grace couldn't help but go out and take a look, sniffing.
She didn't see the two men in the house looking at her through the glass.
The flowers were planted by Xavier a year ago. She never expected that in just half a year, they could grow so well and bloom so beautifully.
Just like Grace's own resilience, without realizing it, she had grown in front of your eyes, making you look at her with new admiration.
This scene was truly beautiful. The sunlight outside was just right, shining through the leaves onto Grace's face. Grace herself didn't even notice how happy and content her smile was.
Xavier thought that this patch of iris flowers could exchange for Grace's smile, and that was already worth it.
However, Dorian, looking at this scene, felt something flash in his mind, as if it had happened before, but couldn't catch it.
It seemed that a woman's smile was like this too, bright and sunny.
But who was this person? What was that face like?
Dorian covered his head with his hands, it hurt, a sharper pain than before. His legs even lost their balance at once. Fortunately, Xavier held him up from behind.
"Mr. Astor, are you okay?"
Dorian steadied himself, "I'm fine, I'm fine."
"Mr. Astor, didn't you notice that every time you see Grace, your behavior is too abnormal? Don't you really think there's something wrong?"
At this time, Grace outside also felt something. She glanced inside and then came out from the garden, entering through the gate on that side.
"What's wrong? Mr. Astor, what's wrong?" Grace asked.
Grace ran over in a few steps, and Xavier immediately let go of Dorian and walked towards Grace, "Be careful, don't run around aimlessly."
"I didn't run around aimlessly, I'm walking steadily."
Dorian asked, "Ms. Lewis, is her legs not good?"
Grace said, "No, it's just that I'm now with two people, he's afraid I'll fall, Mr. Astor, are you okay?"
This time, Dorian was astonished. Grace was pregnant?
He slowly raised his head, looking at Grace's face, the contours of her features, her eyes and eyebrows...
"Mr. Astor, what's wrong?" Grace saw Dorian's expression. Before, Dorian was like this looking at her, and then he fainted.
"Should we call a doctor over?" Grace was worried that Dorian would faint again, so she couldn't come in just now.
"You..." Dorian wanted to say something, but didn't know where to start.
He wanted to remember something, but his mind was blank.
"Sorry, my body has been acting strangely these days." Dorian rubbed his temples. "Mr. Astor, why don't you wait inside for a while? I'll go call a doctor to check on Mr. Astor."
Inside was the lounge. Dorian looked at Grace, "Ms. Lewis, could you join me for a conversation?"
"Sure, please come inside."
Grace and Dorian went in together. Xavier was on the phone at the door.
"Are you Grace Lewis?"
"Yes, I'm Grace Lewis. Mr. Astor can also call me Grace."
"Grace, what a nice name. Grace, Grace..."
The name lingered on Dorian's tongue.
A thought flashed through Dorian's mind, as if someone had whispered something in his ear, "This is called iris. It has very strong vitality. Even if it is thrown into a crack in a rock, it can survive and grow the next year. And this blue-purple flower, don't you think it's very beautiful?"
Who said that?
Dorian couldn't catch it.
"How old are you?"
"I'm twenty-four."
Counting the time, he had become the King of Aetheria twenty-four years ago.
"I heard from Xavier that you two are getting married next month. Congratulations."
While saying the words of congratulations, Dorian wasn't so happy.
Is Xavier a reliable person? Can he promise to be faithful to Grace for life?
"Thank you. If there's a chance, could Mr. Astor come to my wedding? I have no other intentions. I'm not trying to use your status for anything. I just think we have a lot in common and you look very kind to me."
"Of course, I told Xavier before that I would attend your wedding if there's a chance."
Although Grace knew that what Dorian said might be polite words, she still felt happy.
"Did you say Vesperia language is so good?"
"My grandmother is from Vesperia."
But actually, in his memory, his grandmother rarely taught him Vesperia language.
Dorian himself couldn't remember how he picked up this decent Vesperia language so fluently.
Perhaps because he had been so busy these years that he had forgotten many things. His official duties were too numerous, and he was often too busy to have any free time, so he naturally had no time to think about such things.
"Really? Have you been to Vesperia before?" Grace started chatting with him.
Dorian said, "Aetheria and Vesperia are friendly countries. I have visited here several times before. This place is indeed a country with a particularly good way of life. But when it comes to my private identity, I have never come here."
"Then if you have time, you should really explore our country. The scenery here is very beautiful, and it's also a tourist destination."
"I heard you grew up in Skigeth. I'd really like to visit Skigeth."
"Sure. If there's a chance in the future, I'll be your guide. I'm very familiar with Skigeth. You can ask me about anything delicious or fun."
"Sure."
Dorian just looked at Grace's face. Although he felt his head exploding with thoughts, he still didn't blink. He didn't want to miss any opportunity to look at Grace.
Grace was really very beautiful. Her features were lively, and the beauty was so unreal.
Dorian had never thought of having a child. He and his queen had always been respectful to each other, but when he saw Grace, he had a very strong feeling. If he had a daughter like Grace, that would be great.
He must have held her in his arms with great affection. He definitely wouldn't have let Grace suffer as much as the story on the internet suggested.
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