Chapter 422

Grace's legs instantly bumped into Ethan's. If it weren't for her palm instinctively bracing against his knee, she probably would've fallen right into him. Grace looked up and met his calm eyes, which seemed to hide deeper thoughts. Her wrist was suddenly grasped, and the skin-to-skin contact felt scalding hot. "The flowers. Don't forget," he reminded. "Y-Yes, sir." His gaze lingered on her face for over ten seconds before he turned the wheelchair around and simply left. He seemed more pleased about receiving the flowers than he had been about that two-million-dollar brooch. Grace remained seated in a daze, still feeling the strength of his grip on her wrist. The remaining warmth felt like vines growing up her skin, wrapping around her, and dragging her deeper into something she couldn't escape. She looked down at her wrist and absent-mindedly rubbed it. … Meanwhile, Ethan exited the building with a black car already waiting for him outside. Julian sat inside and personally