After hanging up, his mind had gone blank for a long time.He admitted it—he couldn't accept such a reality.While he hated his own powerlessness, a thorn had taken root in his heart. Invisible, but lodged firmly between him and her.He wanted to tell her, "It doesn't matter." But he couldn't. Because deep down, a voice kept telling him—it does matter."Get some rest. I'll be right outside."Xavier Grayson still walked out. Staring at the empty room, Chloe Bishop closed her eyes in sorrow.She had called out for him a thousand times, and finally he had returned. Yet now that he was by her side, her heart felt emptier than ever.Once outside, Xavier Grayson looked at Finch, who was guarding the door, and asked, "Do you have any cigarettes?""Yes."Finch immediately pulled out a pack.Xavier Grayson took it and headed toward the end of the corridor. A man who had never been much of a smoker, he now drew one puff after another. Soon, he was engulfed in a haze of smoke, and by his leather
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