Chapter 663 Saw Her Entire Body and Held Her in His Arms
"You're pretty good. Ever thought about being my bodyguard?"
Grace had lost track of how many times she'd watched Killer fight. He was seriously impressive, and standing behind him made her feel oddly safe.
"No way!"
He'd never been anyone's bodyguard before. Grace sure had some wild ideas.
"Why not? Name your price. How about fifty million dollars a month?" Grace threw out a crazy number.
"I don't do bodyguard gigs!"
"That's a bummer. But if you ever change your mind, you know where to find me."
Grace was standing close, and a faint, almost imperceptible fragrance drifted into Killer's nose. It was familiar but unlike any perfume he'd ever smelled. Those perfumes were always too strong, but Grace's scent was subtle, indescribable.
Killer took a step back. "It's all over. Aren't you leaving?"
"I'll leave right away. Will you take me home?"
Killer didn't want to, but seeing so many people eyeing Grace, he figured it was best to make sure she got home safe.
"Alright."
"Wait for me a sec!" Grace said, planning to remove her makeup and change her clothes first.
Grace went inside and closed the door, leaving Killer outside.
Killer waited for less than a minute before deciding to follow her in.
He didn't expect to find Grace changing clothes. She had already taken off her outfit, revealing her perfect curves, her skin, her waist—she was the epitome of feminine beauty, leaving Killer stunned.
"Close the door!" Grace thought she was safe with him outside and had forgotten to lock the door. She hadn't expected him to be the real danger.
Killer quickly closed the door, inadvertently locking himself inside with her.
His Adam's apple bobbed nervously. "S-sorry."
"Still looking?" Grace's face turned bright red.
Apart from Xavier, no one had ever seen her like this!
Killer immediately turned around, his reaction a couple of seconds too slow. But in his mind, he couldn't shake the image of Grace.
She had removed her veil, and her face, combined with her body, was irresistibly attractive to any man.
He had never felt such a rush of blood before, never found women appealing. But in that moment, just one glance, and he couldn't look away. His blood boiled, like an electric current surging through his body, pooling in his lower abdomen.
For a second, he wanted to pull Grace into his arms, hold her tight, and pin her down.
Killer breathed heavily, trying to regain his composure.
He was usually a calm person, but now he was on the verge of losing all sense of propriety and becoming a beast.
Just then, there was a noise at the door.
"Miss Iris, are you in there?"
Killer recognized the voice. It was that government official.
He had warned these people yesterday to stay away from Grace, but they had ignored him and now dared to come over.
"Miss Iris? I'm coming in."
Grace had removed her veil. If they saw her face, they would know Iris was Grace.
Grace didn't want to reveal her true identity to these people.
Killer quickly locked the door from the inside to prevent them from entering.
Someone outside tried the door. "It's locked from the inside?"
The official said, "No problem. I told you, the event organizers have my apprentice here. I have his card. Even if it's locked, we can get in."
He started swiping the card.
The door unlocked.
Killer couldn't believe they had ignored his warning and were now forcing their way in with a key.
Grace had put on her dress but hadn't zipped it up yet.
Seeing the door about to open, Killer turned and pulled Grace into his arms.
He held her head against his chest, using his arm to shield her face from view.
Grace had heard the noise too. Knowing there were men outside, she quickly dressed, leaving only the zipper undone.
But the zipper was stuck, and before she could react, she was pulled into Killer's embrace.
Her dress was unzipped, her back exposed, and the straps had slipped down her arms.
Killer swiftly removed the hairpin holding Grace's hair, letting her long, wavy hair fall and cover her bare back.
His other hand rested on her waist, pulling her close. They were now in a full embrace.
Grace hadn't fully processed what was happening and found herself in Killer's broad chest.
She could hear his strong heartbeat.
She tried to lift her head, but Killer held her down, not letting her move.
Smelling Killer's scent, Grace blinked. This scene felt oddly familiar.
Her mind drifted back five or six years, to the first time she had modeled for Angela and was seen by someone as disgusting as Daniel.
Back then, Xavier had burst in, and to avoid being seen by Daniel, she had thrown herself into Xavier's arms.
Xavier had then driven those people away.
Now, after all these years, Grace felt like she was reliving that day. It felt so real, she wondered if she was dreaming.
It was as if Xavier was holding her again, just like back then.
Her heart pounded as she felt Killer's embrace.
Four or five people entered, led by the official Killer had planned to support.
"Miss Iris, you..." The official started, then saw the scene inside and widened his eyes. "You two..."
"Mr. K, you're here too?" The official looked at Killer, alarmed.
Oh no, Mr. K had warned him not to do this, and now he was surely angry.
Yesterday, Mr. K had seemed uninterested in Iris, but now he had her in his arms.
He was a gentleman on the surface, but a beast in reality!
Grace heard the name, Mr. K?
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