Chapter 642 You Mistook Me for Someone Else
Grace clung to him tightly, using every ounce of her strength, afraid that if she didn't hold on so hard, the man would run away.
Grace pressed her head against him. "Please, don't go! Don't leave me!"
Her voice was soft, filled with endless sorrow.
Killer's heart trembled, and he tried to pry Grace's hands off.
"You've got the wrong guy." Killer's voice was cold, devoid of any warmth.
Yet, for some reason, his heart ached, and his mind felt like it was about to explode.
His name wasn't Xavier Montgomery; this woman had clearly mistaken him for someone else.
"Xavier, I missed you so much. I've waited for you for so long. I knew you'd come back."
Grace's arms wrapped around the man's waist from behind. She had just seen him; this man's silhouette was exactly like Xavier's.
Killer frowned, but before he could push Grace away, a few thugs caught up to them.
"She really thinks she's something, huh? Daring to reject us, but now she's clinging to another guy like a tramp."
"Don't you have a husband? Isn't he supposed to be strong? If you can be with him, why not have some fun with us? We'll make sure you enjoy it!"
The thugs spoke crudely, laughing loudly.
Killer's eyes flashed. For some reason, he instinctively wanted to protect this woman.
"Honey, honey, beat them up for me!" Grace clung to Killer's waist, her fingers gripping his clothes.
Killer's frown deepened. It was clear that the woman was calling him "honey."
But she was calling out another man's name. She was obviously drunk.
"Let go." His voice remained cold. He didn't want to fight, especially not for a stranger.
"No, if I let go, you'll leave."
Over the years, Xavier had appeared in her dreams countless times. She hadn't held on tight enough, and then Xavier would leave.
She always regretted it. If she had held on tighter, would Xavier have stayed?
So now, no matter what, she wouldn't let him go.
Killer tried, but Grace's grip was too tight. He couldn't shake her off.
The thugs mocked, "See, he doesn't care about you. Lady, your taste is terrible. This guy is so ugly, and you still go for him. He's not even as good-looking as us. Why not come to me? We can be your husbands."
Then the thugs turned to Killer. "Sir, if you don't want this woman, why not let us have her?"
After all, Grace was stunningly beautiful, and it was hard not to be tempted.
Killer didn't say anything, and the thugs thought he agreed. They reached out to touch Grace.
"Don't worry, pretty lady. We'll make sure you have a good time tonight." They grinned wickedly. It seemed the woman had drunk a lot, making things easier.
But before one of them could touch Grace, Killer kicked him away.
Killer was surprised. That kick seemed to come from instinct, as if his body had acted on its own.
The thug who got kicked was furious. "Who do you think you are, daring to hit me?"
Well, since he had already fought, Killer didn't care anymore.
The thug threatened, "Be smart and hand her over, or else..."
Killer narrowed his eyes. "Or else what?"
"Or else we'll make you regret it. Do you know whose territory this is?"
Killer chuckled lowly, full of mockery.
In this world, no one could threaten him.
Seeing Killer's mocking expression, the thugs were annoyed. "Guys, get him! Let's show him what we're made of!"
There were five or six of them, and they were used to street fights. Taking down one person should be easy.
They started to attack, but Killer's eyes narrowed. Before they could see how he moved, two of them were already on the ground.
He was tall, with long legs. His disguised face looked ordinary, but his powerful presence was overwhelming. With one hand protecting Grace behind him, he easily dealt with the troublemakers.
The thugs were stunned, not expecting this man to be so skilled.
He looked unremarkable but was ruthless.
But they weren't easy to bully either. The leader pulled out a gun and aimed it at Killer.
"Don't move, or I'll shoot. Hand over the woman, and maybe we'll spare you."
A gun was like a toy in Killer's hands.
His eyes showed no fear, only mockery. "Do you know how to use a gun? Want me to teach you?"
His sarcasm was clear; he didn't take the gun seriously at all.
The thug's hand trembled, but before he could shoot, Killer kicked him. The thug dodged, and Killer easily snatched the gun.
The next second, the gun was pointed at the thug's head.
Killer's expression was icy, his lips barely moving. "Get lost."
The thug was terrified, knowing he was no match for this man. He scrambled away.
In just a few minutes, Killer had driven the thugs away. Grace still clung to him, her drunken eyes filled with longing and love.
"They're gone. Let go!"
He thought the woman had come to him for help because she was in trouble.
But the woman behind him was silent. When Killer pushed her away, he saw that her face was already covered in tears.
"You..." His breathing became difficult.
He had always been cold-hearted, treating everyone the same. Even in front of Hugh, he showed no emotion. He was used to seeing life and death, and had no feelings.
But seeing this woman, he hesitated.
A familiar feeling washed over him. Wasn't this the woman who had bumped into him at Dorian's birthday party?
He instinctively reached out, gently touching her face, wiping away her tears. The tears were warm, and as they touched his fingers, Killer felt a burning sensation.
Grace stared at him blankly, her brain numbed by alcohol, her vision blurred by tears. She couldn't see his face clearly, only his outline. He was Xavier!
But Killer forced himself to pull back, using the coldest voice to control his emotions. "You've got the wrong person."
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