Steal my heart novel (Grace James and Caden Shaw)

Was it enough?

Gloria opened her mouth but couldn't say anything.

Grace still felt painful. Others said that it was over. It was all over. Why she you still hold a grudge?

Just like those families hiding under the neon light, there were many stories of many families under the thousands of lights.

Usually, the one who was betrayed and bullied would be forced to forgive the sinner.

"Look, I've already apologized. Why do you still hate me? You are vengeful. You are stingy, and you are not generous at all."

And then the onlookers who thought themselves as righteous would say, "He apologized. What else do you want? Can't you just be nice?

Only those who had experienced those pains would be able to understand this feeling.

Gloria looked at Grace who was in pain. She wanted the foolish girl in front of her to be happy.

But Grace was not really foolish. She was sober and more determined than anyone else. Otherwise, Gloria could not imagine what would she react after falling from heaven to hell, and being hated by everyone all of a sudden.

After experiencing all those things, how many people could continue living without changing their original minds?

Even Gloria herself... She picked up the glass of wine and took a deep sip.

She herself changed, too.

Grace picked up her bag. When she left, she took another deep look at Gloria and said, "Gloria, who in this world really knows you?"

The question was confusing.

Gloria was puzzled. "You ..."

"In this world, you may not even know yourself." Gloria looked at the woman standing at the door. Grace told her calmly, "Gloria, your boss thought he understood me."

Gloria opened her mouth, but didn't say anything. Why did she feel that the topic was getting more and more confusing? She somehow felt strange and uneasy.

She looked at the door and saw Grace smiling. Grace said, "He was wrong."

The door opened and closed. In the room, only Gloria was left standing beside the table, her heart beating fast. There was still the fragrance of tea in the air. Apart from that, there seemed to be no trace of Grace's previous visit.

After Grace left, Gloria still obsessed with what Grace had said for a long time. She stood quietly, pondering over every word that Grace said when she left.

She felt that that foolish girl had decided something a long time ago.

Grace walked out of the club and the night wind blew on her body. She tightened her coat and shook a little bit. She looked up at the sky and said softly, "It's really cold." The doorman got her the car.

"Leave it there."

"Alright, Miss James."

She stopped the doorman who was about to leave, and said, "Wait a minute, drive the car to the parking lot."

"Then how do you get home?"

"I don't want to drive tonight. I'll pick it up tomorrow."

"Alright, just a moment."

The doorman parked the car and returned the car key to Grace.

It had been a long time since she took the subway or the bus.

Tonight, she really wanted to take the subway or the bus.

The watch showed that it was half past eight. The night was approaching but it was still crowded on the street.

Crowds of people came and went, and she could hear the sound of footsteps and conversations.

Her eyes were filled with envy.

The subway and the bus did not drive away the loneliness in her heart, and she was still alone.

Still, her heart was fraught with worries.

Still, she couldn't escape from this damn cage in her heart.

The phone rang.

She picked up her phone and glanced at the caller's name. Her eyes were filled with worries, and she pressed her thumb down. There was a trace of nervousness and anxiety in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Miss James. We've done our best."

On the other side of the phone, the formulaic female voice had no emotion.

"But didn't you say a week ago that there was a suitable one?"

"Miss James, I'm really sorry. We've contacted that person as quickly as we can, but unfortunately, when we found that person, he had passed away today because of a car accident. We did our best." Grace subconsciously tightened her grip on her phone. "Then, is there any suitable ones in his family?"

"Sorry," the woman said with no emotion.

Grace fell silent.

"Miss James? Miss James? Are you alright?"

Grace suddenly realized that she was on the phone. "It's fine. I will remit the fee to the account provided by you."

"Miss James, don't worry. Since you let us help you, it's our job to do our best. I believe that in this world, there will definitely be more than one successful match with your brother." "Yeah. Thank you,"

She said calmly, and she knew that this kind of opportunity was very rare.

Even if there was another opportunity, could Payne wait that long?

Putting down her phone, she slowly touched her waist. The scenery outside the window ran back quickly. She could not see the scenery outside clearly. It was blurry, and the most dazzling thing was the colorful scenes.

Slowly, she closed her eyes.

She got off the car.

There was still a distance from where she lived.

She walked in that direction very slowly. The reason why she walked slowly was because of her lame legs, and also her resistance to go back home.

After walking for a while, her legs started to be painful.

Cold wind whistled past behind her, and with a piercing sound, a black Maybach stopped next to her abruptly.

She frowned. How could someone drive like that?

The car door opened.

"Miss James, please come with us."

"It's getting dark. Can you see anything wearing sunglasses?" she said coldly.

The man chuckled. "It is enough to see Miss James."

"What if I say I won't go?"

"Then I'll have to make you go with us."

Grace looked coldly at that person. "Kirk, what will happen to a traitor according to the Shaw's family instruction?"

"Miss James, speaking of that, you are a James. At least I am a Shaw."

Grace laughed mockingly and looked at him. "Kirk, who are you working for now?"

"I am a Shaw, so I naturally work for the Shaw family. Why would Miss James ask this question?" Kirk became impatient. "I'm just doing my job. Grace, think about it clearly. Do you want to get in the car yourself, or do you want us to make you?"

Grace's hands sweated slightly. She pretended to be calm and said, "Alright, I'll go with you."

She sat quietly in the Maybach and looked out of the window. The building she lived in was not far away. She could see the brightly lit window from the car.

The car door closed and Kirk sat in the passenger seat. "Miss James, we meet again."

"Yes, we meet again. But you are already someone else's dog."

Kirk seemed to be enraged. "Who made me do so? Grace, no matter how I am, I am better than a vicious murderer like you!"

Grace's lips twitched, not making any excuses. Kirk knew well if she was a murderer or not.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐