Using his grandmother to deal with his grandfather, what kind of chaotic idea was this?

But he didn't ask much and immediately went to get the photos.

Although he had never seen his grandmother, his grandfather's room was filled with her photos, and he had known what his grandmother looked like since he was very young.

These photos were entrusted to him by his grandfather before he fell ill, and he had carried them with him wherever he went over the years.

Freya stared at the photos for a while and blurted out, "Sean, you actually look quite a bit like your grandmother."

"Hmm, that's what everyone says."

Just because he resembled his grandmother, his grandfather recognized him despite not recognizing anyone else. Seeing him evoked a sense of familiarity and prevented his grandfather from kicking him out of the house.

"This is good. Your grandmother was quite a beauty; no wonder she could enchant your grandfather."

Freya looked through each photo one by one, and suddenly, her pupils contracted.

In one group photo, she unexpectedly saw a familiar figure.

She rubbed her eyes and looked again, finding the figure increasingly familiar.

The woman in the photo seemed to be her maternal grandmother.

"Sean, do you know this person?"

Freya asked to confirm.

Sean glanced at the photo and nodded, "Hmm, I heard she was my grandfather's sister."

"Do you know her name?"

"It seems her surname is also Barnes, but I'm not sure of her given name."

The surname was Barnes…

Freya suddenly realized.

She carefully recalled her childhood memories when her grandmother and mother were chatting, and it seemed they mentioned that she had a great uncle who was involved in research.

However, due to some reasons, the relationship had been severed.

Afterward, her grandmother passed away due to illness, and her mother had an accident, so she had forgotten about it.

Unexpectedly, by a twist of fate, she had discovered a truth.

Her grandmother and Hayden were actually siblings.

This meant that she and Sean were somehow related.

"Sean, how old are you?"

Freya looked at Sean and blinked.

Sean was stunned by her question and answered in confusion, "Twenty-five, why?

"Twenty-five, then I should call you cousin."

Freya explained the situation to him, leaving Sean bewildered.

"No way, the world is so small, and we're actually relatives."

"That's right, I finally know how to deal with your grandfather... no, he's my great uncle."

Freya tucked away the photos.

With that, she walked away confidently.

Sean called out to her, "Freya, my grandfather has a peculiar temperament. He only recognizes my grandmother now, so this plan might not work."

"I have to try."

You never know if something will work until you try it.

The poison in Bradley's body was like a time bomb, ready to explode at any moment. She had to get the antidote as soon as possible.

Freya went to the laboratory.

"Ella, it's time to go…"

As soon as the words fell, she immediately closed her mouth and silently retreated.

Sean had just caught up to barge in, but she dragged him away.

"Hey, single buddy, don't go in there and watch the lovebirds!"

In the laboratory.

Xavier had his arm around Ella's waist, and behind them was the sofa.

Ella accidentally tripped over an experimental apparatus just now. As she almost fell, Xavier quickly caught her.

Unexpectedly, as he helped her, they lost their balance and fell onto the sofa, their lips touching.

Time seemed to freeze.

Staring at the handsome face so close to hers, Ella felt her heart's rhythm go haywire.

Thump!

Thump!

Thump!

She panicked.

She didn't know what it felt like to have her heart race before, but now, she felt as if electricity surged through her entire body.

Unexpectedly, this feeling was caused by a man.

Blinking, she softly murmured, "Xavier, you're holding me too tight."

Though only a simple phrase, it carried the coquetry typical of a woman.

Xavier was entranced.

He gazed deeply at the woman in his arms, his ears burning, a hint of blush spreading across his cheeks.

He awkwardly let her go, his heart also racing.

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

Ella took a deep breath and was about to get up from the sofa when she felt a pain in her ankle and fell down again.

Seeing this, Xavier became flustered, rushing to assist her once more, his expression reflecting a blend of worry and sympathy.

"You're hurt, let me check it out."

He offered, guiding Ella to sit down.

He gently examined her ankle as he knelt beside her.

The man's broad hands were very powerful, and Ella could even feel the textures of his palms.

His movements were gentle as he massaged her ankle.

Obviously worried that she would be hurt, he lowered his head and blew it for her.

He exuded a faint scent of pheromones, causing Ella's cheeks to flush unknowingly.

She quietly watched him, her heart beat disrupted, a strange feeling flowing in her heart.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, Ella wanted to retract her foot. "I'm fine, really."

"How can you be fine? It's swollen. I'll get some ice for you to apply; otherwise, you won't be able to walk tomorrow."

Xavier furrowed his brows deeply, clearly more anxious than her.

Watching him busying himself, Ella found herself strangely fascinated by his figure.

She had never known that a man could be so good to her.

When she was a special agent, she bled and sweated for her missions every day. Even if she was on the verge of death, she would just apply some medicine herself and tough it out.

There was no one to pity them.

Their lives were worthless.

If one died, another would quickly take their place.

Just dig a grave and bury them, and that was the end of it.

Since she was young, she had been accustomed to life and death, gradually becoming indifferent.

She had thought that she would live her life alone.

But unexpectedly, Xavier's appearance, like a small pebble, stirred ripples in her heart.

"What are you thinking about?"

The low, mellow voice of a man reached her ears, causing Ella to tilt her head slightly and fall into his infinitely affectionate gaze.

"Nothing much, just reminiscing about the past," Ella replied in her usual cool tone.

Xavier brought over an ice pack and applied it to her ankle, his gaze deep and intense as he looked at her.

"Could you share your past stories?"

Upon hearing this, Ella lowered her head in silence.

"If it's not convenient to talk about, you don't have to force yourself."

"It's not that it's inconvenient, it's just that compared to people like you who have lived a sheltered life, my background is too humble."

"Your past may have been humble because you were alone, but now you have me. You... can rely on me,"

Xavier's ears turned red.

He wasn't good at expressing himself.

Despite having immersed himself in medicine for many years and encountering various women, he had never been in love before.

Ella was the first woman to enter his heart.

He fell for her overnight.

As Ella gazed deeply at him, his words left her heart in turmoil.

He said...

She could rely on him?