Chapter 425

Grace couldn't help but wonder, "Was she really that important to him? They had only known each other for six months; could his feelings be that deep?" However, Jason seemed to have no reason to lie. She offered him nothing; there was no reason to deceive her, was there?

"Would it be okay, Sis?" Jason asked for the third time, his magnetic voice carrying an undeniable desire.

"ThenI'll cook more when I have time," Grace replied, her heart pounding as she regained her composure.

"Okay," Jason chuckled softly.

Grace hurriedly cleaned up the lunch boxes. As she closed the lids, she hissed, pulling back her hand. She gasped in pain.

"What's wrong?" Jason asked anxiously.

"It's nothing, just my nail. I chipped it. I'll trim it later," Grace said. She usually trimmed her nails regularly, but hadn't in the past few days, so they were slightly longer than usual.

"Let me see," Jason said, gently pulling her hand closer. He examined her slightly chipped nail. "This one?" He carefully held her left index finger, noting the cracked edge. "A little trimming should fix it."

"Yeah," Grace nodded.

"Wait a minute," Jason said, dialing his secretary's number. "Do you have a nail clipper?"

Grace nearly choked.

The secretary, on the other end of the phone, was equally surprised. She hadn't expected the president to call and ask fornail clippers? Was he planning a manicure? Confused, she took a nail clipper to his office, where she saw Grace sitting with Jason.

"Young Master Reed, here are the nail clippers," she said respectfully.

"Thank you, you may leave," Jason replied, taking the clippers.

The secretary started to leave, but paused as she heard him say, in an incredibly gentle voice, "Don't move."

That voicethat tonewas that Young Master Reed?

Peeking back, she saw the president carefully trimming Grace's nails. Young Master Reed was trimming a woman's nails. His expression was as gentle as his voice—calm and serene.

The secretary, a long-time employee, had never seen this side of the president. There were rumors about a woman who regularly delivered food—likely his new girlfriend. She'd always dismissed it. Why would the president let his girlfriend deliver his lunch? But this scene… the intimacy… it was more than a girlfriend; they were clearly lovers.

The secretary left, bewildered. Grace, meanwhile, guided Jason, saying, "Hey, not too deep, but not too shallow either. A little deeperand don't forget the sidesYeah, a bit more there"