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.

came from the door. "Gracie,

half asleep, Grace heard Xander's voice. She jolted up abruptly and

her surroundings, she belatedly realized

Um, Xander,

of bed to freshen up.

spare clothes for her to

in frustration, regretting the spontaneous decision to stay here after having a few drinks last night. What was she

fresh clothes. They're outside the door. Take them yourself. I'll be downstairs." At once, Grace felt a sense of relief.

mind, she marveled,

bags from high-end brands were placed at the doorway. Grace took them into the room and discovered that all the

of her, a touch of amazement flickered in his eyes.

Grace felt a bit awkward today. She responded hesitantly, "Oh...

confirmed nor denied it. He simply asked, "Will you

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

brought the breakfast tray over and placed it in front of her. "The issues with the Eastwood project will surface soon. When that happens, the directors will surely thank you