Chapter 676 Each with Their Own Thoughts
Grace dragged Killer down the stairs, his face sporting a big lipstick stain that caught everyone's attention.
People passing by gave them curious looks. Killer was clueless about the situation, but Grace felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment.
Once they hit the ground floor, she pulled out a tissue and wiped the lipstick off Killer's face.
It was only then that Killer realized he'd been walking around with a lipstick mark for who knows how long.
"So, what do you wanna eat?" Grace asked.
"Not hungry," Killer replied, his tone icy.
"Well, I know a great spot," Grace decided on the fly.
Her car was parked outside. She led Killer to it, and he glanced down at their intertwined hands.
Grace's hand was small, slender, and warm, sending a jolt through his veins.
Killer's fingers tightened and then relaxed. This wasn't the first time they held hands, but it still felt strange.
After they arrived at the restaurant, Grace ordered the food.
She poured some water and slid the glass over to Killer.
"Do you smoke, Mr. K? Want one?" Grace asked, pulling out a pack of cigarettes.
"I don't smoke."
"This place isn't smoke-free. It's cool if you want one," Grace said, even though she didn't usually smoke. The pack was brand new, bought on her way to meet Killer.
Killer felt oddly familiar to her, and she often wondered if this Killer could be Xavier.
But there were too many inconsistencies she couldn't explain. Her work here was almost done, but there were still many things to handle back in Vesperia. She might need to head back soon.
Before that, she wanted to confirm one thing: whether this Killer was the person she had been searching for all these years.
If he wasn't, Grace felt there was no need to keep getting tangled up with him.
This was her last bit of hope and longing.
After searching for Xavier for so many years, every tiny piece of news had been a beacon of hope for Grace. The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment when it turned into despair.
So this time, Grace didn't have high expectations.
Finding Xavier wasn't easy, and she might never find him.
And this Killer, though similar to Xavier, was from Hugh's side. Hugh was in Thalassia, halfway across the world from Vesperia. It seemed impossible for them to be the same person.
Grace was rational and clear-headed now. She knew the chances were almost zero, but she clung to that slim possibility for one last test.
She wanted evidence, to see the facts directly.
That's why she arranged this meeting, hoping to get Killer's DNA.
"I don't really smoke," Killer declined.
Grace didn't push it. If he didn't smoke, she could still get what she needed later.
The water glass, the utensils—they could all provide oral cells.
If all else failed, she could find an opportunity to hug him and pull out a hair.
When she was at the hotel, she had searched the bed for a fallen hair but found nothing.
She didn't know if his hair was just that good or if he was extremely hygienic, but there wasn't a single hair on the pillow.
With no other option, she invited him out for a meal.
"I bought these just for you," Grace said, setting the cigarettes aside.
Maybe Killer would want one later.
The food arrived quickly, and they ate together.
Killer was mostly silent, speaking only when necessary.
If Grace didn't talk, he wouldn't say a word.
Grace thought for a moment and then deliberately said, "I heard from your friend that you have a very beautiful girlfriend, Mr. K?"
Killer didn't know where that rumor came from or what Zane had told Grace.
"I don't have a girlfriend."
So he wasn't lying. It seemed he really didn't have a girlfriend.
"That's impossible. He said you have someone you really like."
Killer saw through her immediately. "Don't try to trick me. He wouldn't say that. If you want to ask something, ask me directly."
"If I ask, will you answer?"
"No."
Grace fell silent.
"Then why should I ask you anything?"
If she asked, he might make up a bunch of lies to deceive her.
Grace didn't have anything specific to ask, but Killer did. He looked at Grace, and although she didn't resemble Dorian at all, her personality was very similar.
"I saw you meeting with Dorian today."
Grace had been very discreet, but Killer still noticed.
"So what if you saw? It's not like it's a secret."
"Are you two close?"
"We just know each other, not really close," Grace denied.
She wasn't sure what Killer intended, but their relationship couldn't be exposed.
She didn't even know what Killer planned to do to Aetheria.
"Why are you so concerned about Dorian? What are you planning?"
"What do you think?"
Grace's face paled. It was clear that if Killer were involved, it wouldn't be a simple task. It was likely only one thing...
"You don't mean to say your mission is to kill Dorian, do you?"
"What if I said yes?"
Killer was so calm, as if he wasn't worried about revealing his plan to Grace.
"That's not acceptable. I've told you before, Dorian is a good king. If you harm him, have you considered the other people?"
"Whether he's a good king or not doesn't concern me. And how do you know others can't be good kings? Besides, if you and Dorian aren't close, just acquaintances, why do you care about his life? You're from Vesperia. Can you really care about the people of Aetheria?"
"I..."
Grace wanted to say something but didn't know what.
"No matter what Hugh plans, can we make a deal? I know I can't change your minds, but I want to save Dorian's life. I can persuade him to retire early. What do you think?"
"That doesn't benefit me. If I kill Dorian, I still achieve my goal."
"But if the king of Aetheria suddenly dies, aren't you afraid of an investigation?"
Killer replied, "Why would it be sudden? Isn't he already sick? If he doesn't recover, isn't that normal?"
"But I know about this. If anything happens to Dorian, I'll tell the world it was you!" Grace was determined to protect Dorian.
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