Chapter 669 Forced Kiss
"Mom, weren't you supposed to be at the fashion show? You and..." Marcus's eyes widened as he looked at Killer.
Grace replied, "There was a little incident. Why aren't you in bed yet?"
"Alright, I'm going now!" Marcus said, heading back to his room. "Don't worry, Mom. Uncle Steven and Uncle Thomas aren't here, and Uncle Scott probably won't be back until late. The whole villa is yours. Do whatever you want!"
"You little rascal, what are you talking about?" Grace lightly tapped her son's head.
"Mom, I'm leaving now!" Marcus quickly made his exit.
Killer watched the small figure of the child, finding him incredibly cute.
"Want something to drink?" Grace asked.
"No, do you have a first aid kit?"
"Yeah, I do!" Grace went to get the first aid kit.
Killer opened it and took out some antiseptic, lifting Grace's hand. Her wrist was adorned with a bracelet that looked quite old. Killer had seen it many times before; Grace seemed always to wear it, never taking it off.
The bracelet didn't look valuable, but Grace treated it like a treasure.
Killer couldn't help but ask, "Ms. Lewis, this bracelet..."
"Do you like it? My husband gave it to me."
Killer looked away. "Your husband gave you something so cheap, and you treasure it?"
The bracelet might not be worth much, but it held a different kind of value for Grace.
"You don't understand what happened between us, so you can't understand what this bracelet means to me. If you had someone you loved, even a stone from them would be a cherished gift."
Killer didn't know what had happened between them, but hearing Grace say this made him feel a bit uneasy. Grace saw him as a stand-in, a replacement for someone named Xavier. No one could take Xavier's place in her heart, and she would never love anyone else.
"Then what does the gun I gave you mean to you?" Killer asked.
"That? Isn't it just a weapon for self-defense?"
Killer understood. It was just a weapon, not a gift, and it held no special meaning.
Killer lowered his eyes, his face stern, as he skillfully began to clean Grace's wound and bandage it. The wound wasn't large but was quite deep, with some glass shards inside. Killer carefully cleaned the wound, removed the debris, and bandaged it.
The pain was intense, and Grace couldn't help but cry out.
"Are you doing this on purpose to get back at me?" Grace joked, despite the pain.
"It's going to hurt a bit. Bear with it," Killer said, trying to be as gentle as possible, but cleaning a wound was never painless.
Though his gentleness didn't help much, he blew on the wound, and the cool air made it feel a bit better.
Once Grace's wound was cleaned, Killer suddenly took some alcohol and wiped her chin.
"What are you doing? My chin isn't hurt."
"Disinfecting!" Killer said, rubbing the area where Nick had left a red mark, making it even more noticeable.
Grace didn't understand why he was disinfecting her chin, but he was rubbing so hard it hurt.
Killer's thumb brushed against Grace's lips, making them tingle. She instinctively licked her lips, her warm tongue brushing against Killer's finger, sending a jolt through his body.
Whether intentional or not, Grace quickly retracted her tongue, her innocent eyes making Killer's heart race.
Suddenly, Killer leaned in and kissed Grace.
Grace blinked, stunned. She hadn't expected him to kiss her so suddenly. His kiss was intense and forceful, the familiar taste overwhelming her.
It felt like emotions he had suppressed for a long time were flooding out, overwhelming Grace's mind.
The strong male presence enveloped Grace, his embrace and kiss uniquely his.
One hand braced on the table, the other cradling Grace's head, giving her no chance to escape.
Grace's throat emitted a sound, which Killer quickly silenced.
Those beautiful eyes were right in front of Killer. This time, both of them were completely sober.
Killer's kissing skills were not lacking, the intense sensation sweeping over Grace. In his arms, her body seemed to melt, her fingers clutching his shirt, drawing closer to him.
"Mom, I..." Marcus's voice came from upstairs.
Marcus had something to say to Grace, but as he stepped out of his room, he saw the scene before him.
Covering his eyes, Marcus thought his mom should do such things in private.
Hearing the voice, Grace snapped back to reality, pushing Killer away.
Grace's face was flushed, her lips parted, breathing heavily. Her cheeks were so red they seemed ready to bleed, the blush spreading to her ears, making her look even more enticing.
Marcus ran off, leaving Grace and Killer alone in the hall.
Killer had lost control for a moment, and now both of them were back to their senses, the atmosphere turning awkward.
Grace spoke first, "Mr. K, how many people have you kissed to be this skilled?"
Killer had never kissed anyone else; Grace was his first. He didn't know why he was so skilled, it just came naturally.
At that moment, Killer's phone rang loudly.
He took it out, glanced at it, and then hung up.
"Not going to answer?" Grace asked.
The call was from Matilda, but Killer didn't answer.
"I have to go. Keep the wound dry, have someone change the bandage tomorrow, and take extra bodyguards if you go out."
After giving detailed instructions, Killer left the Coleman Villa.
Grace watched him leave, her fingers lightly touching her lips. This Killer...
Looking at the bandage on her arm and the hand chain on her wrist, Grace touched the bracelet, feeling like it was glowing.
Her eyes suddenly became moist.
Is it you? Have you come back to me?
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