In the Lap of Luxury by Unsweetened Chestnuts Novel novel Chapter 453

As soon as she finished speaking, Xander pulled her into his embrace, whispering in her ear, "Okay."

Their bodies pressed close together, and Grace could distinctly feel the thudding of her heart against her chest.

She struggled to escape from his embrace.

"Where's the first aid kit? I'll tend to your wounds."

"There's no need for that. The doctor has already taken care of it."

"It's okay. It seems like your wound has reopened," Grace said, then turned around and began looking for the first aid kit.

Watching her bustle around, Xander smiled and stood up, walking toward another cabinet.

"The first aid kit is here."

Slightly embarrassed, Grace hurriedly took the kit from him. "Sit down. I'll change your dressing."

Xander obediently did as told. His eyes were fixed on her as they sat on the couch.

Grace opened the first aid kit, took out the tools, and carefully tended to his wound. Her actions were gentle, each one done with the utmost care until she removed the original bandage and finally saw the extent of his injury.

It looked like it had been caused by a sharp blade.

Grace's brows furrowed. She sensed that the injury was unusual, and the thought nagged her. "Xander, how exactly did you get hurt?"

Xander didn't want to worry her and simply said, "It was a minor accident. Nothing serious."

Seeing that he was reluctant to say more, she didn't press further. "Be more careful in the future. Don't get yourself hurt again."

As she spoke, she took a cotton swab and put on some ointment, carefully treating his wound.

After the wound was bandaged, Grace finally breathed a sigh of relief. Upon closer inspection, she realized that, due to her nervousness, her forehead was already covered in fine sweat.

"This wound needs to be dressed regularly so it can heal faster."

"Okay, I understand."

Xander then spoke, "Gracie, he's my personal assistant, Peter Miller."

"Your personal assistant?"

"If you can't reach me in the future, you can directly contact him."

When he heard that, Peter took out a business card from his pocket and handed it over. "This is my number, Ms. Lewis."

Grace took it, still somewhat confused. "Xander, what is this?"

"Gracie, this way, you'll always be able to find me."

Understanding dawned on Grace, and her heart filled with warmth.

She had just mentioned it casually, but he had taken it to heart and quickly decided to provide her with a sense of security.

Smiling, she replied, "Okay, I understand."