Chapter 652 Grace Forcefully Kisses Him
Grace couldn't take her eyes off Killer. He stood up and said, "Take your time with the drink. I'm outta here."
He looked so determined, like he really didn't want to be in the same room as Grace.
Killer left, and Grace was alone in the private room.
She chased after him but didn't see any sign of Killer. He must have really left.
Her eyes dimmed as she looked at the lively dance floor. After a while, she returned to the private room.
If he doesn't want to drink, fine. She'll drink by herself!
She had ordered so much alcohol; she wasn't going to let it go to waste. She decided she would drink it all tonight.
What Grace didn't see was that Killer hadn't actually left. He was standing around the corner, hidden behind a wall.
He pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He had been smoking more frequently lately, but the unease and irritation in his heart only grew stronger. Killer didn't know why.
He looked toward the private room, clutching his phone. On the screen was information about Grace.
Grace had appeared in many places. Whether it was a major conference or an important event, she always looked composed and elegant in photos and videos.
The Grace he knew was sensitive and fragile, but the Grace in the files seemed like a queen, exuding an untouchable aura.
Killer wondered if anyone else had seen this side of Grace. For some reason, he felt a bit happy that the Grace he knew was different from the one others saw.
There was so much information about Grace. Even though he had read it several times, Killer found himself looking at it again.
He had an excellent memory, almost photographic. He could recite it all by heart.
And then there was this Xavier... The last time he tried to read Xavier's file, it gave him a headache, and he couldn't finish it.
Now, he forced himself to open Xavier's file again, despite the discomfort.
Xavier was the former CEO of DG Group. He had founded the company in his teens and led it to become one of the top enterprises in Vesperia.
DG Group was renowned worldwide, not just in Vesperia. But Xavier was a low-profile person, and there wasn't much information about him. Rumor had it he was an illegitimate child.
The other significant event was the accident five years ago, after which Grace had been desperately searching for Xavier.
There were photos of Xavier online, released by Grace. She had offered a substantial reward for any information about him.
But there weren't many photos. Grace knew Xavier didn't like being too exposed online. Before this, there hadn't been a single photo of Xavier on the internet.
When Killer saw the photos, he was stunned. Xavier looked remarkably like his original appearance.
If he claimed they were brothers, people would probably believe him.
Killer's expression was complicated, his blood seemed to freeze and then boil.
Five years ago, Xavier had an accident and lost all his memories. Could there be a connection?
Killer's chest felt numb, and his head hurt too much to think.
In the private room, Grace had already downed a lot of the alcohol she had ordered.
Her vision blurred, and she murmured a name, "Xavier."
She missed him so much, but when she was sober, her mind reminded her he wasn't there.
Only when she drank did she feel like she could see him.
At that moment, the door to the private room opened, and Killer walked in. Grace was kneeling on the floor, still holding a bottle.
She looked up at the door, "Xavier..."
She knew it. If she got drunk, she could see Xavier.
Killer strode in and snatched the bottle from her hand.
"Stop drinking," Killer said coldly, with a hint of anger.
Why didn't this Grace take care of herself? Didn't she know drinking was harmful?
That familiar figure, that deep voice.
It really was him!
Grace lunged forward and wrapped her arms around Killer's neck. The next second, her alcohol-laden lips pressed against his.
Killer was momentarily stunned, looking at Grace in disbelief.
He hadn't expected Grace to kiss him like this.
He reached out to grab her arms, trying to push her away, but Grace clung to him like an octopus, even pushing him onto the couch. She propped herself up beside him and kissed him haphazardly.
Feeling the familiarity, Grace opened her mouth and teased him, tracing his lips with her tongue.
Killer's body was tense, completely unresponsive.
But if you looked closely, you could see the restraint in his eyes.
"Grace!"
Killer called her name in warning, but speaking only gave Grace an opportunity.
Her small tongue slipped into Killer's mouth, the familiar kiss, the familiar embrace, everything felt like it was five years ago.
Grace didn't know if this was real or a dream. If it was a dream, she hoped she would never wake up.
This Xavier felt so real, just like their countless kisses before.
Five years, so much longing and hope.
Grace didn't want to let go. No matter what, she was going to cling to him.
Killer's body was completely rigid. Not only was his breathing erratic, but his blood was boiling again.
He had never been intimate with any woman before. He rarely even dined with one, let alone held hands or gotten close.
Even with Matilda, they maintained a friendly distance.
But this Grace, time and again, clung to him, challenging his limits.
In just a few days, she had barged into his life, making the usually composed Killer act so strangely.
Feeling Killer's lack of response, Grace kissed him even more fervently. The strong scent of alcohol passed to Killer, making him feel drunk too.
Grace's arms grew weak, and she leaned against Killer's body, her hands resting obediently on his chest.
Through the fabric, their body heat felt like it was about to explode.
An unprecedented sensation surged through Killer's mind, his blood seemed to gather in one place, driven by a man's instinct.
Grace's scent filled his senses, forcefully invading his world, dragging him down with her.
Her face was flushed, and Grace's scent was too sweet, inch by inch, seeping into Killer's heart.
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