“Is something wrong?” The man asked, raising a perfectly carved eyebrow.

Grace struggled to find her voice as she took in his appearance.

If it weren’t for his gray eyes, she definitely would have thought he had a close tie with Alessia.

“No, nothing’s wrong. Thank you for saving me.” She said and gave a slight bow.

The man scanned her body, seeing the arm she held onto, he looked up at her and sighed, “Your arm, let’s go to the clinic. There’s one a few meters away from here.” He offered, all the while maintaining a calm expression.

Grace looked down at her injured arm and then looked up...