A black Bentley drove into a tree-lined road. The towering trees on both sides of the road fell backward.
The car passed through the iron gate, through the garden, and drove inside.
The car stopped at the door. Caden got off the car first, then bent down to hold the woman up from the
car.
The woman's eyes dulled and she gazed blankly, letting him hug her.
Sam the butler walked out, “Sir, you’re back?” As he spoke, he caught sight of the woman with a messy
dress in Caden’s arms. Sam paused for a second when he saw the suit wrapped around the woman.
His cracked lips moved, and he bowed down with a forced smile.
The man walked past Sam, the old butler secretly glanced at it. With this look, his old eyes widened all
of a sudden, staring at that dazzling redness.
“Sir, let me take that for you.” The old butler scurried forward and spoke with a dry throat. He stretched
out and wanted to take the red book from Caden’s hand.
The old butler wanted to take the red book deliberately so that he could see what it was. Unluckily, the
man stepped aside, dodged the butler and kept moving forth, speaking coldly, “It’s late, go take some
rest, Sam.”
Sam was not reconciled, “There is no need…”
“There is no need to bother you, Sam. ” The man interrupted coldly.
“But…”
Sam was still arguing.
Suddenly!
Caden suddenly held his steps, and he stopped with the person in his arms. He turned his head a bit
toward Sam and glanced at him indifferently. His lips curled up slightly, but it emanated coldness, as
though there was an ice dagger darting at Sam, “You just need to do what you are told.”
He was warning him!
Sam’s face turned pale, but unwillingness was behind his eyes. He clenched his teeth and hold his
impulse.
Ta, ta, ta…
As he heard the footsteps going further and further, Sam suddenly raised his head, yelling angrily along
with unwillingness, “Sir, do you still remember Wallis? Do you still remember… The tortures she had
gone through before her death?”
The old butler looked painful, he was almost roaring and there was a bit of reproaching in his words!
Light flashed across Grace’s blank eyes. It was a very very faint ray of light, but it soon darkened
before it bloomed and disappeared… Nobody saw the mock in her black eyes… Wallis bit off her own
head. Heh, Wallis’ death was a cruel prosecution? That was originally a big trap prepared by Wallis for
Grace…
Caden’s lifted foot stopped in the air for a second. Then, it landed slowly. With his back facing the old
butler, he said emotionlessly, “We will talk about it later.”
With that, he stayed no more and went upstairs with the person in his arms.
Sam looked at that tall figure and he was stunned… Did the master just leave like this?
Even when he mentioned Wallis and her death, didn’t the master feel any tenderness or longing at all?
The old butler pursed his lips… It was all because of Grace that nasty witch!
It must be that nasty witch who seduced the master!
Otherwise, otherwise… How would master feel nothing for Wallis at all?
But… The good days for Grace was going to end soon!
The old butler thought of the order from the old master, and a revengeful excitement sparkled in his
eyes.
In the bedroom, Caden put the woman onto the bed and touched her forehead, “I have something to
tell Sam. You’re tired, take some rest. Don’t… Don’t think too much.”
Such tenderness, such warmth, yet Grace’s blank eyes stared at the ceiling without blinking, just like a
walking dead that had no sense for the outside world.
At the moment Caden turned around, he said in his heart, 'Sorry, Grace'.
The next second, the guilt in his eyes was hidden to nowhere, instead, it was bigoted desire to be in
possession… 'Sorry, but, I wouldn’t let go!'
There was a voice saying vaguely that, 'Caden Shaw, you can’t let go. She would fly away once you let
go.'
This voice bewildered him, making him grasp her in his hand more tightly and more stubbornly.
However, the tighter one held the sand, it leaked away faster…
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