Chapter 393 Who Was He


    Grace left the police station dejectedly.


    Xander followed closely beside her and offered her a bottle of water. "Drink some water. Let''s get


    some rest."


    Grace shook her head slightly. "Xander, I need some time alone."


    She walked alone along the path while Xander stood still, his gaze fixed on her retreating figure.


    Callum returned and asked, "Why aren''t you following her? What if something happens to her


    here?"


    "Give her some space. We''ll just follow behind."


    After saying this, Xander started walking, following Grace from a distance. Callum shrugged


    helplessly. He shook his head and followed Xander''s pace.


    "Xander, it''s been so many years. Haven''t you made any progress?"


    Callum looked at Grace and continued, "You shouldn''t hesitate! If you dy, she might run off with


    someone else again—"


    Before he could finish, Xander shot him a look.


    Callum shut his mouthpliantly and pondered momentarily before saying, "I''m just reminding


    you. You don''t have to keep some things to yourself. You should tell her."


    He thought that Grace might have feelings for Xander. It seemed that they were deliberately


    avoiding their feelings. They needed to confront their feelings head-on.


    "So many years have passed. A little longer won''t matter."


    Xander''s gaze softened as he watched Grace and spoke affectionately. "Nothing matters as long as


    it''s her in the end."


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    Callum shook his head helplessly. Xander was only gentle and considerate when it came to Grace.


    After all, only those in love knew what it truly felt like.


    "Did you bring theptop?"


    Callum responded, "It''s in the car."


    "Get it for me."


    Callum waved his hand, and the driver drove the car over to them. The two got in.


    "Keep an eye on her for me."


    Callum nodded understandingly. "Don''t worry. I''ll make sure she''s safe."


    Xander hummed in acknowledgment, then picked up theptop. His fingers rapidly typed away on


    the keyboard.


    …


    Grace walked alone on the road. The leaves of the maple trees by the roadside had turned yellow,


    scattering in the wind.


    Autumn had arrived.


    Pedestrians hurried by on the road. Grace moved through the crowd, lost in thought.


    Suddenly, a figure rushed toward her. Grace slipped, lost her bnce, and fell.


    Just then, someone sprang from behind and grabbed her arm.


    The next second, she was spun around and fell into the arms of a stranger. Their eyes met, and she


    felt mesmerized.


    The man wore a mask and hat, revealing only his deep eyes.


    He stared at her and said in an alluring voice, "Stop investigating and go home."


    Grace was puzzled. Her face was filled with confusion.


    Before she could react, the man let go of her and walked away quickly.


    Grace hurriedly followed and yelled, "Who are you? What do you mean by that?"


    But the man moved very fast and lost Grace at a traffic light. When Grace looked around, the man


    had disappeared without a trace.