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

Grace heard Xander's voice. She jolted up abruptly and opened her eyes

belatedly

Um, Xander, I'm

Grace spoke, she quickly got out of bed to

clothes for her to

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

over two sets of fresh clothes. They're outside the door. Take them yourself. I'll be downstairs." At once, Grace

marveled, "Xander, you're so

room and discovered that all the clothes were her size. Without thinking too much, she chose an outfit she liked and changed into it. By the time she went downstairs, Xander had already prepared

the sight of her, a touch of amazement flickered in his eyes. "That outfit

awkward today. She responded hesitantly, "Oh... Really? You have good

He simply asked, "Will

replied, "It should be fine. We missed out on the Eastwood project, and the directors have been moody lately. As you saw yesterday, they're probably criticizing me behind my

project will surface soon. When that happens, the directors will surely

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