Chapter 94
The man who spoke seemed to be very refined. It was very different from how
cold Ethan was and how intimidating Julian seemed. He seemed to have an air of careless arrogance that came from privilege and status. It was a dangerous line to toe-the smallest slip-up and he could become a fool like Yancey.
But this man seemed to have a firm grip on himself.
Grace had no choice but to respond even though she had no idea who he was. She merely shot him an awkward smile.
The man looked to be around six feet and one inch tall. He quickly walked over and bent slightly toward her. “Grace, what are you doing at a place like this? Is it because of Yancey again?”
Simon had just returned to Druville that night, so he was still jet-lagged. He had one hand casually tucked into his pocket and looked very laid back.
Grace took two steps back. “And you are?”
Simon raised an eyebrow as the amusement in his eyes turned cold. “What are you playing at this time?”
He had just spoken when Ethan called out, “Simon.”
That was when Grace realized he was Simon Yule.
Simon was a central figure among the elites. Three years ago, he ran away after his family forcibly arranged a marriage for him and skipped his own wedding. However, the Yule family had been determined to see the marriage through, so the bride still married into the family anyway.
Now that Simon was back in Druville, he was probably about to meet his legally wedded wife who he was completely unfamiliar with.
Grace had heard the gossip back then. Rumor had it that Simon was a notorious playboy who hated his marriage partner. He had been overseas for three years, and he had probably come back to finalize a divorce.
Grace steadied her expression before she said calmly, “So, you’re Mr. Yule.”
Simon had already returned to Ethan’s side. He scoffed and crossed his arms. “Have you lost your mind?”
It wasn’t the first time someone said that to Grace.
She was a bit confused. Did she do something to Simon before she lost her memories?
Simon continued, “You used to hold your head so high when you were around us like a complete fool. You’re not trying to avoid us anymore? Aren’t you afraid that Ethan will eat you alive?”
For a moment, Grace wondered if she had misheard the vaguely suggestive way he said “eat”.
She glanced at Ethan, but he was looking toward the bar. He looked incredibly unapproachable at that moment.
Simon lost his interest in Grace and asked, “Ethan, is the person you’re waiting for here? Should we go in now?”
Seated in his wheelchair, Ethan seemed almost divine. “They’re here.”
Simon was a bit surprised as he looked around. “They’re here? Where?”
But Ethan said nothing as he maneuvered his wheelchair forward, and Simon immediately followed.
Grace trailed behind them, catching Simon’s words. “You should come with me to the cemetery tomorrow.”
Ethan’s wheelchair came to a sudden stop as he seemed to turn silent and subdued.
Grace realized they were probably talking about Simon’s sister.
Just as she was thinking about it, she felt the people in front of her stop. Simon suddenly asked coldly, “Grace, how long are you planning to follow us?”
Simon’s hostility wasn’t an act. Grace even suspected that Simon would have attacked her if Ethan wasn’t there.
He turned around with an expression full of hatred. “I let you off this time without mocking you, but do you really think the Yule family has forgotten what you did back then?”