The time passed quickly, and finally, it was winter.
The peace of everything flurried Grace James.
Since Caden Shaw asked her to live in Shaw’s mansion, Grace lived a peaceful life, and Caden’s care
to her was obviously nice.
Maybe everyone thought she should be grateful, but the more considerate Caden was, the more
anxious Grace would be.
Caden always liked sitting by the bed in the bedroom, reading the book under the dim light, and waiting
for her out from the bathroom. Then he quietly stood up and took the hairdryer to dry her wet hair. His
fingers naturally swept over her silky hair, as if he had done such things for many years.
He also liked preparing the toothpaste on her toothbrush in the morning.
He liked kissing without her permission.
Caden had done all of those romantic details of life between lovers, but he had never slept with her in
one room.
Every time when he expressed his care that only the lovers or the couples would express, Grace
always wanted to laugh.
Now, the sound of the hairdryer hung around her ears again. Just as usual, Grace sat on the bed with
wet hair and accepted this man’s service. The weather got colder... She looked down at her clothes,
the pink thickened pajama, which was also bought by this man behind her.
The clothes were delicate, definitely, and its price must also be “delicate”, but why this man thought she
would like its pink color?
Grace carelessly listened to the sound of the hairdryer, and felt on the sense of touch on her head. All
of a sudden, with her head lowered, her face, which she hid it down on the chest, showed a bitter smile
quietly, and the tears also appeared in her eyes... It was so funny!
What was the relationship between her and this man now?
“It’s dry.” She said in a low voice, and unknowingly refused all his care.
As she said this word, her head was already turned aside. The man behind her squinted his cold
eyes... Her subconscious action had betrayed her.
Was she so...unwilling to accept his kindness?
There was a sense of loss.
Sorrow.
And regret.
Only himself knew what he was regretting.
Caden turned off the hairdryer and put it on the desk.
There was a sound of moving on the bed. He turned around and grabbed the woman who was trying to
secretly move to the other side of the bed.
“Let’s get married.”
All of a sudden, the man proposed.
Grace, stupefied, even felt the air in the room was frozen.
Did she hear something wrong?
However, the hand behind her patted on her shoulder.
It was silent there, which made Grace feel chilly.
The silence flowing down from her head to her feet, Grace trembled.
She didn’t turn around, but stared at the air in front of her coldly, and said in a hoarse voice. “I’m a
murderer, who is not qualified to marry Mr. Shaw.”
Then she lay down, covered herself with the quilt without taking off her clothes, turned her back to the
man, and shrank into the quilt, only with her head exposed in the air. Her will to refuse Caden’s
proposal was obvious.
The man’s hand was still hanging in the air. He squinted and stared at the woman’s back. “You said
you’ve never hurt Wallis Venus... What if I say I trust you?”
The proud Young Master Shaw finally bowed his head down for the first time!
Her dark eyes were fixed at the figure on the bed.
He was expecting her agreement.
The dark eyes were full of unknowing tensions.
“No, I did. I killed Wallis Venus, and I’m a murderer.” Grace still didn’t turn back. She stared at the air
and sobbed quietly... She bit her lips tightly and suppressed the sound of sobbing in her throat. She
would never show him even a little bit sound of crying!
The quiet tears, the silent suppression, and the soundless bite on her lips... It was too late! Too late!
Caden’s trust for her was worthless now!
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