Chapter 728

When Grace pushed open the door to the president’s office, she could only see the tall figure standing by the French. window that overlooked the skyline of Emerald City.

Grace suddenly found that the image in front of her was almost like a poster. He simply stood there as if he had the entire Emerald City under his control.

However, it was true that he did have the ability to rule Emerald City.

He looked so different from the fragile, lonely man she had seen in the wee hours of the morning.

“Jason,” she said aloud.

He turned his head around and looked at her. A slight smile appeared on his lips. “You’re here.”

“Yes, I brought you lunch. See if you like it.” As she spoke, she walked with familiarity to the coffee table and put down the lunchboxes and fruits in her hand.

He came over, opened the lid of his lunchbox, and sat down on the couch.

Grace only felt as if she had gone back to the days when she had lunch with him in the office every noon.

“Is it good?” she asked expectantly, not knowing whether the lunch she had chosen was to his taste.

“Not bad,” he answered.

“Good.” She breathed a sigh of relief.

“By the way, don’t you get headaches a lot these days? Why don’t I make an appointment with a doctor for you to check out your headache?” he asked suddenly.

With a sudden pause in the movements of her hand, she replied hastily, “It’s alright. Didn’t I see a doctor before?”

“That doctor obviously didn’t cure you well. Didn’t you have a headache again at the fair?”

Grace immediately felt guilty. “I… I went to another doctor.”

He stared at her. “Did you?”

“Yes… Yes.” She lowered her head and continued to eat her lunch.

It was as though when he looked at her like this, her guilt grew stronger.

Even if she did not look up, she could feel his eyes on her.

“Don’t you want me to find you a better doctor?” he asked.

“No thanks… Not for the time being at least. I’ve already made an appointment with the doctor to go back tomorrow and after that… Uh, I’ll see what happens,” said Grace.

‘After tomorrow, I’ll know whether I’ve lost my memory and whether I was the little girl who encountered Brian.

‘Just after tomorrow… I’ll tell him all about it tomorrow when it’s settled!’

“Sure. Let’s wait till tomorrow.” Jason’s voice rang.

With her head bowed, Grace did not notice the flash of gloom on Jason’s face.

When they finished their lunch, Grace put away the lunchboxes. Then, she naturally picked up a paring knife and apple. She asked Jason, “Do you want an apple? I’ll cut one for you.”

“Sure.” His voice was slightly deeper than usual.

While Grace concentrated on peeling the apple, Jason looked at the woman in front of him as she began to peel the apple clumsily.

Rather, it was a little difficult for her fingers to grasp with precision.