Grace sat in the car with a pale look; she would occasionally steal glances at Raymond, who was driving, but he was calm.
"Why is he so calm, like he didn't just commit a crime?" She thought and bit her lip. "I won't mention it."
Last time she tried to judge him, he didn't show up for a week, and she couldn't afford to push him away again.
"He will be fine; a bullet won't kill him," Raymond said, breaking the weird silence.
"Hm," she simply nodded.
They arrived at the mansion, and he signaled that she should go down, but she refused. "If I go down, then you will drive away."
He chuckled and walked down the car. He opened the door for her before she walked them. To his surprise, she clung to his arm. "I won't leave now," he explained, as if she believed him.
They both walked inside, and Mr. Wang approached them and said, "Hello, Mr. Xu, I will serve dinner."
