In the Lap of Luxury

If Peter hadn't arrived in time, and if Aaron's call had come a little later...

Xander didn't dare to think about what would have happened.

"Why did you come back to Frenda?"

Grace held onto his coat tightly as she said softly, "I came to see you."

"You came to see me without telling me?" Xander couldn't control his temper. "Do you know what kind of person Sean is? How could you just go in?"

"I don't know. I just wanted to give you a surprise. Hazel said you were at Fortress, so I came over." Grace felt wronged.

Upon seeing her pitiful expression, Xander calmed down at once. He raised the temperature in the car and took off her coat. "Where are you hurt?"

She had specially chosen this white dress, but now it was stained with blood. Xander embraced her and carefully checked her for injuries. He was relieved when he found none.

"The blood is Sean's."

Xander tightened his grip around her waist and buried half of his face in her neck. In a muffled voice, he murmured, "I'm sorry."

Grace wanted to break free. Her voice was hoarse as she said, "I messed up. You lost the project because of me. I even failed to surprise you. I'm such a failure."

At this moment, Xander held her even tighter. He cupped her neck, forcing her to turn her head and kiss him. "You succeeded. Having you by my side is a surprise." Their kiss was passionate. It was a release of tension after narrowly escaping danger.

Xander's body was hot as he kissed her passionately. Grace couldn't escape. Her rapid breath filled the car.

After a while, she pushed him away. "We're in the car."

"What's wrong with the car?"

Her face was flushed. Without the facade as a strong businesswoman, she was just a young lady who couldn't withstand his playful and tender side. Xander chuckled. When he recalled how upset she had looked in the room, his grip on her waist tightened.

Grace let out a muffled groan.

"I saw Hazel looking rather pale earlier. Did you scold her?"

At the mention of this, Xander's rationality gradually returned. He buried his face in her neck, pressing against her firmly.

"If anything happens to you, she's responsible."

Grace sat on his lap. As she looked out of the car window, she saw Hazel approaching.

Hazel knocked on the car window. "Sean's sex tape is playing on the screens in the Fortress lobby. By tomorrow, everyone in the circle will know about it. Mrs. Brooke was furious and came with a knife."

As she spoke, her eyes involuntarily flitted toward Grace beside Xander. Grace's lips were now flushed devoid of the paleness they had

earlier. ne

Xander just grunted.

Hazel didn't know what was on his mind. She cautiously said, "My carelessness today almost put Ms. Lewis in danger. I can accept any punishment. Please forgive me, Ms. Lewis."

She looked at Grace, waiting for her to speak.

But after a while, Grace remained silent.

She leaned against her seat and played with Xander's hand as if it had nothing to do with her.

Hazel felt a bit embarrassed.

Xander frowned. "You should go back first."

The window went up, cutting off Hazel's line of sight.

In the cramped space, Xander turned to the side to face Grace and coaxed, "Are you angry?"

Grace held his hand but didn't answer him directly. "Your secretary is not a simple person."

"I smell jealousy."

Grace snapped. "I'm not jealous!"

Xander suppressed a smile, grunting in acknowledgment. As he pulled her closer to him, he kissed her, picking up where they had left it.