In the Lap of Luxury by Unsweetened Chestnuts

Xander got into the car, started the engine, and eagerly drove toward the airport.

But this time, Grace stood him up.

As Xander snapped back to reality, he looked at Grace, who was already fast asleep, and silently celebrated. Fortunately, after all the twists and turns, she had returned to his side. Leaning down, he pecked her forehead. "Goodnight, Gracie."

He stood up and left the bedroom. As the door closed, Grace slowly opened her eyes.

Her forehead still carried the warmth of his kiss.

Grace gazed at the ceiling, her thoughts a jumbled mess. She gradually recalled memories that had been long forgotten, and scenes from the past became clear in her mind.

The next day, warm sunlight poured in through the window, illuminating the room.

Yet Grace was still in dreamland. She had tossed and turned all night yesterday and had only fallen asleep at dawn.

from the door.

asleep, Grace heard Xander's voice. She

her surroundings, she belatedly

Xander,

quickly got out of bed to freshen

were no spare clothes for

frustration, regretting the spontaneous decision to stay here after having a few

over two sets of fresh clothes. They're outside the door. Take

mind, she marveled,

the room and discovered that all the clothes were her size.

touch of amazement flickered in his eyes. "That outfit suits

today. She responded hesitantly, "Oh...

neither confirmed nor denied it. He simply asked, "Will you be very busy

the directors have been moody lately. As you saw yesterday, they're probably criticizing me behind my back. "The

"The issues with the Eastwood project will surface soon. When that happens, the directors will surely thank you for not getting involved in