Brother, I Am Back

Grace followed his gaze and noticed he was staring at Raymond. "He is here," she thought.

Then he left. Ancaan stood up but couldn't leave because he had to take photos with his fans.

He took photos with the VIP fans first. Grace and Steph smiled at him. "I love you so much, Ancaan," Steph confessed, and he chuckled.

"I love you too, pretty."

* 

Grace walked out of the hall but couldn't find Raymond. "I saw him just now."

"Who are you looking for?" Steph asked, and just then Grace spotted Raymond getting into his car.

"Wait for me," she hurried to him and stood in front of his car.

Raymond frowned at her. "Hey," she waved.

"Get in," he ordered. This made her smile as she hurried into the car and he drove out.

"Hey, don't go, my friend." 

"Seb will take care of her."

She nodded. "Thanks for the ticket; I took a picture with Ancaan."

"Hm" 

Raymond stared at the rearview mirror and saw a white car following him. "What music do you like the most?"

Grace got confused by his question, but the fact that he found interest in asking her such small stuff made her blush.

"I don't really listen to music."

"But you have time to follow some boxers."

"Huh?"

He played rock music and increased the volume. When he was beside the bridge, he parked the car. "Wait for me, don't come down," he said, more like a warning, and she nodded.

So he walked down the car and pressed his car keys, locking the car so she wouldn't come down.

The owner of the white car got down; it was Ancaan. He wanted to speak with Raymond but found him leaving, so he got into his car and followed him.

"Ray" Ancaan called as Raymond approached him. "Was it worth it?" Raymond questioned.

For so many years, he had always wanted to know the response to this question: was it worthy?

Ancaan understood what he meant. "I regret everything, but you know I never meant to hurt you."

"Was it worthy?" he asked again, and Ancaan nodded.

"I am a famous boxer; I fulfilled my dream."

He nodded and turned to leave when Ancaan blocked him. "Brother, I am back."

"We are not brothers; don't show your face to me again." 

He was about to walk to his car when he saw some bikers drive towards them. "This troublemaker," Ancaan sighed.

It was Titan; he had lost the match and had a plan B. He walked down the bike and took out his helmet, "Ancaan." 

Grace got worried when she saw those bikers holding sticks. "Are they in trouble?"

First, she was shocked to see Raymond conversing with Ancaan, and now these bikers appear out of nowhere.

She pushed the car door, but it didn't open. "He locked me in," she cursed.

"How are you doing, brother?" Ancaan chuckled.

"Everything was going well until you showed up. If your legs are broken, then how will you replace me?"

"But my legs aren't broken," Ancaan joked.

"Not yet," they said, raising their sticks, ready to hit him when Raymond signaled that they should stop.

"I am out," he said, walking away when Ancaan yelled.

"You can't abandon a comrade in a battle field; if I lose my leg, then everything was worthless."

Raymond stopped on his track, and he stared at those men ready to beat Ancaan. "Retreat and leave now," he ordered.

"Who are you to tell us what to do?"

"Better listen to him; he is a monster when angry." Ancaan advised them, he was still in a mood to make jokes.

"We advise you to leave now and don't poke your nose where it doesn't belong," Titan warned Raymond, who rolled his sleeves up.

"Then let's make it quick."

"Mr. Xu!!!" Grace yelled out. She saw that they were about to get involved in a fight, and this scared her.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as Raymond laid a punch at one of them, then used his leg to kick the other.

Suddenly, he blocked a stick using his arm. She shut her eyes tightly. "Mr. Xu," she muttered, and she cried out.

Ancaan kicked Titan's leg as he fell to the ground. "Which leg do you want broken? Left or right?"

Titan stared at him angrily. "This isn't over."

Then he pushed Ancaan as they hurried on their bikes and drove away. Raymond raised his leg and kicked Ancaan, and he rolled to the ground.

"Ouch"

He walked to the car and got in, then he found Grace had become weak and her face was wet from tears.

"You…are you okay?"

He smiled and patted her head. "Why are you crying?

"Your hand" She grabbed his hand and saw it was bruised. "It doesn't hurt; stop crying."

Then he started the car, but she didn't stop crying. This made him confused; he had never seen a lady cry so much just from watching a fighting scene.

"Let's go to the hospital," she suggested. She clearly saw him use his hand as a shield, so how could he be okay?

"No need, and the hospital isn't a place for someone like me."

"I will check your arm," Grace said.

Raymond stayed quiet till they arrived at the mansion. "We are here; go in."

She shook her head in the negative. "I want to clean your injury."

"I said I am fine," he said, getting irritated. It was just a small injury, and she was overreacting.

"Let me clean it." 

He sighed and walked down the car as she hurried and followed him. They got to the sitting room, and he sat on the couch and rolled up his sleeves again.

There was some blood, but he didn't feel any pain. "One minute."

She got the first-aid kid and a small cushion before she walked to him.

"Here." Grace handed the cushion to him. "What for?"

"If you feel pain, then press on it."

He smacked his lips. "You have two minutes; I need to leave."

So she quickly took out the cotton and placed some alcohol on it before she brought it close to the injury.

Slowly, she blew on his injury using her mouth before dapping the cotton. He raised his lips in a smile and thought, "She really is a little lamb."

"Does it hurt?"

"A lot," he joked, and this made her sad. "I will be careful."

She continued cleaning the injury and took a bandage and placed it on it. "Come over tomorrow, and I will change it." 

"Good bye," he said, standing up to leave when she held his hand.

"Can you stay over?"

He raised a brow and walked closer to her. He wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her closer to him. She flinched slightly and blinked.

"Why do you want me to stay over?"

"Uhm, because you..."

"Because?"

"Because those men who hit you might try to attack you again, so it will be safe if you stay here," she blurted, and he nodded.

"Don't you have school tomorrow? You should go to sleep early." Then he let her go and turned to leave.

"I wonder if you are my dad or my boyfriend," she muttered, but he got her.

"Do you want to skip school tomorrow?" he asked, and she nodded happily.

"Then I will pick you up tomorrow morning."

Her smile widened. "Is it a date?" she thought.

Author: Is it a date??