Chapter 655 Pushing Someone onto the Bed
"I don't really know your cousin. We just bumped into each other, and she thought I was someone else."
Killer chimed in, "Now that I've brought her back safe and sound, you should know the person your sister and I are looking for isn't the same. Reality's tough, but facts are facts. Holding onto false hope will only make things worse."
Killer's calm demeanor took Steven aback. He hadn't expected Grace to mistake this guy for Xavier. Aside from a similar build and vibe, they were completely different.
"Sorry for the trouble. What's your name? I'll make sure to thank you properly next time."
"No need."
Killer tried to hand Grace over to Steven, but she clung on tight.
"Grace, we're home. Don't make a scene in front of strangers," Steven said, trying to sound firm.
Grace shot back, "He's not a stranger. He's my Xavier. I'm not letting go. It's dangerous outside. I won't let him leave."
What if Xavier left and disappeared again?
"Grace, he's not Xavier. You've got the wrong guy."
But Grace was stubborn, "He is!"
He is Xavier. Why didn't anyone believe her?
Steven sighed, "Sir, since you're already here at the Coleman Villa, why not come in for a cup of tea before you go? You can bring Grace inside. She'll probably only calm down if you're around."
Killer didn't want to get mixed up with the Coleman family. They were a big deal, and his gang had never crossed paths with them.
"Sir, may I ask your name?" Steven inquired.
Killer replied, "Just a passerby. I have no interest in Ms. Lewis, and we probably won't meet again. No need to test me."
"That's not my intention. You've misunderstood."
From just a few words, Steven could tell this man was no ordinary person.
He was sharp, spoke directly and confidently, didn't beat around the bush, and showed no fear.
Such a person was definitely extraordinary. A strong person could immediately recognize another strong person.
The Coleman Villa was lavishly built. Most people would look around in awe, but Killer didn't.
There was no amazement in his eyes, and he seemed uninterested in the place.
It was already midnight. As Killer carried Grace back to the Coleman Villa, a little boy ran downstairs.
"It's you!" Marcus exclaimed, seeing the man who had just entered.
"Marcus, why aren't you in bed yet?" Steven asked, seeing Marcus still up so late.
Marcus replied, "I got up to get some water."
"You know him?" Steven looked at Marcus, then at the man carrying Grace, surprised.
Marcus said, "Uncle Steven, this is the gigolo my mom found outside!"
Killer remained silent.
Steven's surprise turned to shock. So this wasn't the first time this man had met Grace?
He hadn't done anything to his cousin, had he?
"Mom, why did you go looking for him again?"
Hadn't she said she wouldn't look for this man again?
"Where should I put her?" Killer asked, ignoring the question.
Marcus said, "My mom's room is upstairs. Follow me!"
Marcus led Killer upstairs. Grace's room was large but cold and minimalistic. The big bed was against the wall, and from the window, you could see the garden outside.
On Grace's nightstand was a photo of her and Xavier. The man was kissing the woman's cheek, and the woman looked slightly surprised.
The photo was taken in the study. Xavier had been working, and Grace had been watching him intently, secretly taking the picture.
Unexpectedly, Xavier had pulled her over, and they had posed for a photo together.
But Grace hadn't expected Xavier to turn his head and kiss her cheek just as she pressed the shutter, resulting in such a beautiful picture.
Grace had developed the photo and kept it there for years.
Seeing the photo, Killer felt a pang in his heart.
It was shocking to see a real picture of this person with Grace, even if it was just a profile. They looked so much alike.
Marcus noticed Killer's gaze and said, "That's my dad. Handsome, right?"
"Even though you can't compare to my dad, my mom likes you. So why not just go along with it?"
"You're so eager to push your mom to someone else. Aren't you afraid your dad will come and scold you?" Killer had never seen a child so keen on finding a stepdad.
"If he could come, why hasn't he? He can't hit me anyway. Besides, it's his fault. My mom has waited for him for so many years. Any decent man wouldn't let the woman he loves wait that long. If it were me, I definitely wouldn't!"
Killer felt a twinge of emotion.
"So, you don't like your dad?"
"I don't like irresponsible men!"
Killer stared at the child. Marcus was a blend of his parents, resembling the man in the photo and Grace. He was particularly good-looking, with a hint of arrogance and cuteness. He was a little charmer now and would be even more so when he grew up.
"We're home. Get down," Killer gently patted Grace.
"No."
"Get down! If you don't, I'm leaving!"
Sure enough, Grace obeyed when Killer said that.
Killer placed her on the bed, and her big, watery eyes looked at him.
She held onto his sleeve, not letting him go.
Last time at the hotel, Grace had also clung to him, but she had been asleep then. Now, she was only half-conscious.
Killer couldn't leave. He looked at Marcus, "Get someone to make your mom some honey water."
"Okay." Marcus went downstairs.
The room was left with just Grace and Killer.
Grace suddenly lunged at him. Killer wasn't prepared for this and was knocked onto the bed.
The next second, she kissed him.
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