Chapter 654 Carried Her for Three Hours
It was getting late, and the streets were pretty empty.
Killer carried Grace on his back, walking through one street after another.
The streetlights cast long shadows, and he walked steadily, making sure she wouldn't fall off.
Grace, however, was far from quiet. Besides clinging tightly to Killer's neck, as if afraid he might disappear, she kept chattering in his ear.
"You haven't carried me like this in forever. I missed you so much."
Her voice was soft. "Why didn't you come back all these years? Our son is already five. You've been gone for five years."
"You promised you'd come back, but you never did. Where did you go? Did you suffer a lot these past years?"
At first, Killer tried to tell her she had the wrong person, but Grace wouldn't listen and kept talking. Eventually, Killer just listened without interrupting.
Grace had so much she wanted to say to Xavier, and no one else to confide in. Though she had family, talking too much would only worry them.
She rarely spoke to Angela about it either. Angela had her own life, and Grace didn't want to burden her with these feelings.
Grace rested her head against Killer's broad back. After talking for a while, she noticed he wasn't responding at all.
She shook his neck a bit. "Are you listening? Did you hear me?"
"Yeah, I heard you."
Killer wasn't one to enjoy listening to others' stories, but he took in every word Grace said.
It all felt distant to him because he had no memory of these events. Listening to Grace was like hearing her talk about someone else's life.
But he knew Grace was deeply in love with Xavier.
She wouldn't love anyone else.
So, when Grace suddenly barged into his life, causing a stir, she could easily walk away once she realized he wasn't Xavier.
"You didn't hear me at all. I told you so much, and you didn't hear any of it!"
Grace's voice carried a hint of grievance. "You have no idea how I survived these five years. You left everything to me. I didn't even want to manage your company. So many people were watching me, and at first, they wouldn't listen to me."
Grace had faced immense pressure at work to reach her current position. Any mistake in her decisions, and those people wouldn't have spared her. She would have been devoured, leaving nothing behind.
"But I'm happy. I finally found you." Grace's words were disjointed, as if she didn't know what she was saying.
"You're not listening to me again." Her voice was soft, with a hint of blame.
Killer was about to say he was listening. Grace was speaking so loudly, right in his ear. How could he not hear?
But before he could speak, Grace bit his ear.
She didn't bite hard, but the sensation sent a shiver through him, almost making him lose his balance.
"Grace!" He gritted his teeth, unsure if he was angry or feeling something else.
Grace laughed in his ear. "Next time I talk, you better listen. You gotta hear everything I say."
"You can't leave me again, okay?"
Her voice sounded more like a plea.
Killer's throat tightened, wanting to say something but unable to.
Grace, not getting an answer, persisted.
"Did you hear me? Why won't you promise me?"
"Grace, stop moving!"
"I'm not moving." Grace obediently stayed on his back, but then she lifted herself and suddenly kissed his cheek.
"I love you so much."
Killer remained silent.
He didn't know how he managed to get Grace back home.
She was even more clingy than the last time she got drunk, acting like a mischievous sprite, sweet-talking but directing her words to another man, not him.
Yet, despite wanting to throw her into a ditch a thousand times, he carried her for nearly three hours until they finally reached the Coleman Villa.
The Coleman family was part of Aetheria's nobility, living in a grand and beautiful estate.
The security at the gate was diligent. Seeing a man carrying someone who looked like Grace, they quickly approached.
Despite carrying someone for so long, Killer showed no signs of fatigue, indicating his impressive stamina.
"Who are you? What happened to Ms. Lewis?"
"She's drunk. I'm leaving her with you." Killer tried to set Grace down, handing her over to the Coleman family staff.
But Grace clung to his neck, refusing to let go. "Don't leave me."
Her voice was pitiful.
The security guards were at a loss. Killer's voice turned cold. "Get down!"
His tone was sharp, and Grace paused. "Are you mad at me?"
Killer stayed silent.
When had he ever been harsh with her?
Grace was being unreasonable, but Killer wasn't angry.
"Is there anyone else in the Coleman family? I remember she has three cousins, right?"
Steven had fully taken over the Coleman family business and was now the head of the family.
"Wait here. I'll inform him."
Soon, Steven came out. "Who brought Grace back?"
"Mr. Coleman, it was him."
Steven looked at the tall man before him. He was indeed very tall, standing eye to eye with Steven.
But his face was ordinary, not matching his straight posture and the aura he exuded.
Steven, seasoned from years in the business world, had a mature and steady presence. His eyes were sharp, and he rarely met anyone who could look at him without flinching.
But this man met his gaze directly, unfazed.
"Hello," Steven greeted.
Killer didn't exchange pleasantries. "Your cousin got drunk and insisted I bring her back."
"Thank you. I'll take her from here." Steven reached out, but Grace clung to Killer's back, not letting go.
"Xavier, are you leaving again?"
She sounded like a wounded kitten, desperately holding on, fearing abandonment.
Hearing Grace call out, Steven noticed the man had an aura of danger and authority, much like Xavier.
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