Chapter 668 Grace Points the Gun at Killer's Head
Killer stared at Grace; she was truly something else.
He took a deep breath, struggling to find the right words to describe her.
Grace had a noticeable bruise on her chin, standing out against her pale skin.
It must have been from the guy who grabbed her earlier. Killer felt a surge of anger, wanting to tear that guy apart.
"Get in the car," Killer said.
"Why?" Grace asked, her voice tinged with suspicion.
"I'm taking you home."
Grace said a quick goodbye to her brother's men and followed Killer, climbing into his car.
She sat in the passenger seat and buckled her seatbelt.
The Coleman Villa wasn't far from here; Grace could have easily gone back with her people.
As soon as they got in the car, Killer tossed his handgun to Grace. "Do you know how to use a gun?"
"No," Grace said, touching a gun for the first time.
The gun was usually cold, but Killer had been holding it, so it was warm from his touch.
"Grip the handle firmly, relax your index finger, then cock it. Aim at your target and pull the trigger," Killer explained seriously.
Grace listened. "Why are you giving me this?"
"It's dangerous out there. Keep it for self-defense. If you run into trouble, don't hesitate. Even if someone dies, it's just self-defense."
Killer had already given Grace a reason for using the gun.
Grace held the gun, a slight smile on her lips, then suddenly raised it, aiming at Killer.
"Mr. Killer, aren't you afraid I'll shoot you right now and solve my problem?" Grace said, calling him by name.
Killer paused, looking at Grace with a mix of surprise and admiration.
Surprised she knew his name, Grace was indeed smart. But Killer wasn't scared of the gun pointed at his head.
"Go ahead, try and see if you can kill me," Killer said casually.
"So, you're admitting you're Killer?" Grace asked.
Killer remained silent.
"At Thalassia Airport, you were the one who shot that guy, right?" Grace stated, certain it was him.
"I don't remember," Killer said indifferently, not wanting to dwell on it.
Grace wasn't sure if he genuinely didn't remember or was pretending. She continued, "Since you're Hugh's successor, why are you here? Your gang never interferes outside Western countries. So, your goal is to control all of Aetheria?"
Killer didn't respond, just frowned. Grace gripped the gun with both hands. "If I kill you now, would that be a major achievement?"
"I told you, if you have the skill, go ahead and try."
Killer was completely calm, not scared at all.
He even leaned closer to Grace.
Grace's heart skipped a beat. "What are you doing?"
He was truly fearless, even with a gun pointed at his head.
Killer's body pressed against Grace's. He suddenly reached for her waist.
Grace tensed up, but within seconds, Killer pulled the seatbelt over and buckled her in.
"Still want to kill me? If not, I'll start driving," Killer said calmly.
Grace lowered the gun. "You really aren't scared at all. I'm curious, is there anything in this world that makes you nervous or worried?"
Killer didn't seem afraid, even with a gun to his head.
Grace noticed that his expression was normal, his breathing was steady, and his heart rate remained unchanged. He truly wasn't scared.
Killer didn't respond. Recently, there had been things that made him anxious.
Meeting Grace, her reckless behavior, constantly provoking him.
Seeing Grace in danger, knowing he could save her but still feeling nervous, fearing those people would harm her.
These thoughts were strange. He hadn't known Grace long, yet his actions were increasingly out of his control.
"Forget it, you're so tough, probably nothing scares you," Grace muttered.
She kept the gun, thinking it might be useful for self-defense.
Grace sat in the passenger seat, glancing at Killer as he drove.
His looks were average, but from the side, his nose was prominent, his lips thin. They say people with thin lips are often cold-hearted.
She didn't realize she was staring at Killer so openly.
Feeling her gaze, Killer was uncomfortable but kept driving steadily.
"Mr. Killer, how old are you?" Grace asked curiously.
"I don't know."
He had lost his memory, unsure of his birthdate, only estimating his age.
"You don't know? You're kidding! Who doesn't know their age?"
Killer pressed his lips together. Grace asked again, "Do you have time tomorrow? You saved my life today. How about I treat you to a meal?"
"No time," Killer rejected coldly.
"What about the day after?"
"Also busy." Killer didn't want to have a meal with Grace. The thought of staying away from her resurfaced.
Grace was too dangerous. Being close to her wouldn't end well.
Every time he vowed to stay away from Grace, he seemed to get closer.
It felt like an invisible thread was tying them tighter together.
This feeling made Killer uneasy, realizing he couldn't control some emotions.
"Fine, I get it. You're not busy, you're avoiding me."
Killer didn't argue, no matter what Grace said.
Grace fell silent. A few minutes later, they arrived at the Coleman Villa.
Grace got out and pulled Killer along. "You saved my life. Since you're here, come in for a bit."
Grace dragged Killer into the Coleman Villa. Marcus, playing in the downstairs hall, widened his eyes and covered his mouth.
His mom had brought this man home again!
It looked like this man was really going to be his future dad!
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