Chloe looked back, and Xavier Grayson quickened his pace.
"Get in."
After making sure she was in the car, Xavier Grayson called over a bodyguard and gave a few low instructions before getting in himself.
"Where are we going?"
She turned to look at him.
Xavier Grayson didn't answer. He leaned back, closed his eyes, and didn't tell the driver to move either.
She was full of questions but didn't press.
About ten minutes later, someone knocked on the window and handed a bag inside.
Chloe glanced at it—looked like medicine. Was Xavier Grayson feeling unwell?
He picked up two tubes of ointment, skimmed the instructions quickly, then handed one to her.
"What's this?"
She was confused—until she read the label. Her ears burned bright red.
He'd noticed something off about her walk and ha
