In the Lap of Luxury
Chapter 556 Who Is Better

Grace stepped back in disbelief, covering her mouth. "Xander? When did you come back?"

Xander unlocked the car and gestured for her to get in.

"I got here at 3:00 am, but I didn't want to disturb you."

Grace glanced at the time; it was 8:00 am now. On top of his long flight, he had been waiting here for five hours!

She got into the car and tenderly caressed his cheek. "What happened? Why did you come back all of a sudden?" Gazing at her deeply, Xander caught her hand. "I'm here to return the car."

Grace hit him playfully. "Don't lie to me. What really happened?"

Xander smiled and answered, "Something urgent came up at Futurelink, so I came back to handle it."

Grace was skeptical, but Xander had already started the car. "Going home?"

She softly replied affirmatively.

The roads were filled with cars since it was peak hour. Xander drove steadily. Half of his face was bathed in sunlight, his expression unreadable.

When they reached Grace's place, Xander parked the car back in its spot in the parking lot. "It's returned to its rightful owner."

Grace sulked. Just before she entered the house, she stopped and asked seriously, "After you left, I had people keep an eye on Futurelink.

"I didn't hear about any major issues that would require you to return to personally handle them. What's really going on?" Her eyes were filled with worry.

Xander smiled, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "You're quite capable now. You're even keeping tabs on me."

Grace didn't respond.

"How would your people know if there was a real issue?"

Xander held her hand, placing it on the fingerprint scanner of the door, which beeped open.

"Don't worry, I can handle it."

Grace pulled his hand back and said, "You're running around so much. I'm worried about your health. You're not made of steel."

Xander's gaze fell on their intertwined hands, and a smile played on his lips.

Seeing that, Grace's face flushed. She quickly let go, and the ambiguous atmosphere dissipated.

"What do you want for breakfast?"

"The cook will make it."

"I'm asking you."

"I want chicken soup. It's good for the stomach."

Grace usually had coffee and bread for breakfast, but considering Xander's long journey and the fact that he probably hadn't eaten, she figured it was better to have something filling. Xander nodded, rolled up his sleeves, and headed into the kitchen.

Shortly after, the cook came out, flustered. "Ms. Lewis..."

Grace responded cheerfully, "It's okay. You can rest for now. We won't need you here."

Xander's sudden return had swept away the stress she had been under for many days. She was undoubtedly happy.

"Xander, if you get married, you'll definitely be an extremely attentive husband." She leaned against the door as she peeled an orange.

Xander was prepping some chicken. He glanced at her upon hearing that and asked, "Why do you say so?"

"These days, men who are good at business can't cook, and men who can cook aren't good at business. But you're good at both, so you would definitely be a good husband."

She popped a piece of orange in her mouth. It tasted sweet and delicious.

Xander looked away and muttered, "What about Benjamin, then?"

"Benjamin?" Grace laughed. "He never stepped into the kitchen. Pigs will fly on the day he cooks."

There was disdain in her voice, but clearly, she knew him well. Xander's expression darkened as he put the chicken into the pot.

"Then, in terms of doing business, between him and me, who's better?"

Grace genuinely thought about it and replied, "To me, it's definitely you. But HAwkins Group has thrived under Benjamin's leadership. He does have some skills, but his methods are quite dirty." She seemed to recall something, and her face fell. As her thoughts drifted, she forgot to eat the orange in her hand.

Xander washed his hands and turned toward her. "Grace."

Grace snapped out of her thoughts. "Huh?"