NovelEnglishXander pulled out a chair for Grace. "How is it different?" Steam rose from the chicken soup on the table. Grace held a spoon and thought for a moment before answering, "You trust her a lot, and you guys have very good chemistry." Xander deftly changed the subject with a straight face. "Like you and Luke." "That's not quite the same. You two are ..." Before Grace could finish, Xander placed sside dishes in her bowl. "Eat up, then go to sleep." "But by the tI wake up, you'll have to leave." "Are you going to miss me?" He was merely teasing, but Grace's ears turned red.
"I didn't cback just to keep you awake. Be good." Grace, who was used to just bread and coffee for breakfast, suddenly felt a rare sense of satisfaction as she ate the warm soup.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe room was warm, and the soup was also hot. So Xander took his jacket off, revealing his strong, muscular arms. He tapped his fingers on the dining table.
"I heard that Matthew ended up taking Henry home." Grace was surprised. "How did you know?" "I watch the news." "Well, yes, but it was mainly because Eaccepted him." Grace paused, remembering how Henry had fallen into the lake. She asked, "Xander, do you think Henry will be able to grow up safely?" Xander looked down, focusing on the sunlight spilling over her arm.
"The Thorne family has two sons. The elder is a playboy with countless women and has no children to this day. Matthew hasn't had any children for years, either. Both generations are on equal footing, so they are a harmonious family.
"But now that Matthew's illegitimate son has suddenly been accepted in the family, it affects a wide range of interests. We can't be sure whether Henry will be safe or not, but he's definitely going to face hardships.' Grace nodded in agreement. She had a feeling that there was more to Henry's accident than met the eye.
Xander looked at her and asked, "Why are you asking about this?" Grace was taken aback. But she ultimately decided against telling him about the drowning incident since it would inevitably lead to them talking about Benjamin. That would be too complicated to explain.
She shook her head at that thought.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Xander, do you have anything to do later?" "I need to make a trip to the office. I should be back by noon.' Grace brightened up and said, "Then, I'll wait for you." After breakfast, Xander left. Grace was about to go upstairs when she caught something out of the corner of her eye.
There was an unfamiliar bag on the couch. She recognized it as the one Hazel had been carrying earlier.
As Grace reached for her phone to call Xander, she picked up the bag. The bag wasn't closed, so its contents spilled out. Photos fluttered to the ground.
Grace's fingers froze above the dial her brows oft dee he looked at the p the her a crease. Content englishSW to elXander arrived on tat noon. Before Hazel left, she asked one more question. "Do you need someone to arrange your meals for you? You can't always cook." Xander's brows furrowed. "You talk too much." Hazel head. "diately lowered her head. "I rarely accompany you back was just concerned a your health. That's all t Xander didn't reply.
Just then, the housekeeper opened the door and whispered, "Ms. Lewis didn't sleep." Xander was surprised and looked toward the living room, where Grace was sitting on the couch, lost in thought.
He approached her gently. "Why aren't you sleeping? It seems you're not tired enough." Grace slowly looked up. Her voice was cold as she asked, "Are you done with your work?" Xander crouched so that he was at eye level with her. "Yes, I'm done. You look pale." "I have something I want to ask you, Xander." Xander's smile faded. He had a bad feeling about this. "Go ahead." Grace muttered slowly, "Why did you send someone to spy on me?"
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