#Chapter 151 Slimy

Charles Grace leaned into my side as we rode to the airport toward the private hangers when the Clan jet waited. I could have taken a commercial flight, but when dealing with their President, it was better to flaunt as much of the Clans' wealth as possible. She pouted. "Still?" I asked, chuckling. "I told you I'd be back as soon as possible." "I know," she said softly, twinging her fingers with mine. "I just... I'll miss you." I pulled my hand free and wrapped my arm around her. "I can postpone--" "No," Grace said. "Not with everything that's going on. I'll be fine." I cupped her face and nudged her until she met my gaze. "I recognize you're trying to be strong, Grace, and I know you feel like it's something you have to do, but with me, at least when we're alone, you don't have to lie about it." I stroked her face. "I'm already worrying about you fretting yourself to death, and I don't plan to be gone long." She scoffed. "Is that why you put Cecil in charge." I flashed a g