Steal my heart novel (Grace James and Caden Shaw)

It was impossible to take a taxi near the Shaw's old mansion.

Only when she walked along to the crossroad would taxis been seen.

Dragging her exhausted body, she trudged forward. Master Shaw didn't bother to show some politeness to her. A respectable family should have arranged someone to drive her home.

Master Shaw simply left her alone and didn't even intend to have a car sending her home.

After Grace left the old mansion, she walked along this private path to the intersection.

"Wait."

Behind her, someone shouted. She turned around to look.

A car slowly drove over and stopped beside her. The window was rolled down and Kirk's head stretched out. "Let me send you off."

He had such good intentions? Grace studied him for a while and said, "Thank you."

She opened the car door and got in without a word.

Kirk started the car. Passing the crossroad, they were on the highway.

When they reached the overpass, there were less vehicles. In the back seat, Grace rubbed her aching waist and said, "Just say it."

The driver's hand on the steering wheel stiffened slightly, "What?"

Grace chuckled, "I thought there might be a reason for you giving me a ride without letting Master Shaw know."

"What reason could it be? I drove you home and I'm the bad guy?

"Miss James, are you always this suspicious?"

"Really? Nothing else?" She didn't believe it.

There was a moment of silence in the car.

Grace looked out the window at the streetlights. Since Kirk didn't say anything, why would she ask?

He would say what he wanted.

After a long time.

"How is the boss?"

Grace's eyes revealed a trace of understanding ... Sure enough, he didn't have such good intentions.

"You should ask him yourself. After all, your surname is Shaw."

After a moment of silence, Kirk said, "Miss James, I have to admit you are smart. I didn't chase after you just to get you home. I have a lot of questions and want to ask you in private. Unfortunately, I don't have a chance."

"Go ahead."

"Miss... Wallis ... do you still remember her?"

Grace's index finger trembled, "Of course." She slowly looked up at the back of the driver's head.

The streetlights left a shadow on her face. Under the faint light, her expression was calm and lifeless.

"Miss Wallis is dead."

"Yes."

She replied indifferently.

Kirk's shoulders trembled.

Grace was just indifferent.

"Miss Wallis was humiliated when she died."

"Yes."

With his back to Grace, Kirk's eyes turned red.

Grace remained indifferent.

"Miss Wallis was a good person."

Grace lowered her eyes... A good person?

Funny!

"Miss Wallis could have been very happy."

"Yes." Wallis could be very happy.

She tilted her head and looked out of the window. There were only rows of street lamps, flying backwards. Her eyes became blank.

"But she's dead! She died young in such a way!" Kirk's voice quivered.

"Yes, what a pity." She looked out of the window and said indifferently.

Kirk seemed to hear the sound of his teeth creaking.

How could this woman, the initiator of evil, understate it! She didn't care about it!

"Miss Wallis's mistake lies in the bad friend she made!"

He suppressed his anger and shouted.

Grace was still looking out of the window at the streetlights that were quickly backing up ... If only time could go back like the streetlights, it would be great.

She seemed to have helped Wallis be a happy woman.

"Bad friend?" she muttered and pondered over the words.

Kirk gritted his teeth and his eyes glowed fiercely, "Yes! Bad friend!"

He said in an angry voice.

Grace stopped talking, but Kirk refused to end the topic so easily.

"Miss James, I just want to ask you one last question. Have you ever regretted what you did to Miss Wallis? Have you ever repented before her grave?"

Grace suddenly turned around and looked at the back of the head in the driver's seat. "Kirk," she suddenly said in a low voice.

"You're so pitiful."

"Shut up!"

Kirk seemed to be angered and shouted angrily, "You are the one who is pitiful. You have done all the bad deeds and are completely unscrupulous. Miss James, you are pitiful!" "Kirk, how poor you are!"

"I told you to shut up! You know nothing!"

Grace seemed to see through everything. "You love her, don't you?"

She believed that Kirk would understand the woman she referred to.

"Nonsense!" Kirk, who seemed to be caught up, scolded impatiently, "Watch your mouth. Miss Wallis is the woman that the boss loves. Aren't you the one who know it the best in this world? Have you forgotten what he did to you for her?"

Grace's pale lips and reserved eyes were blurred under the dim streetlights.

In Kirk's eyes, the woman in the back seat was as calm as water.

"Kirk, I was wrong just now. You are not poor. You are pathetic and pitiful." After saying that, she talked no more. Kirk, who was in the driver's seat, cursed angrily.

She just turned to the window and looked at the colorful night sky.

He knew the truth but didn't dare to admit it... Interesting!

A sharp sound appeared.

The brakes screeched, and the car stopped at the side of the road.

"Miss James, with all due respect, I can only send you here."

Kirk said coldly from the driver's seat.

Grace was not angry and pushed open the car door and walked down.

Looking around, it was only a fifteen-minute walk from where she lived. Kirk could not enter the building. Caden had said that the security of that building was one of the best in S City. Fifteen minutes... She looked down at her feet... That amount of time might as long as half an hour for her, and...

She had already walked long today.

He had been rubbing her waist and legs the whole time.

Before Kirk left, he lowered the car window and said expressionlessly to Grace on the sidewalk, "Miss James, right now, you should go to Miss Wallis's grave and confess." After saying that, he drove away. Grace looked at the sky... Cemetery? At late night?

She laughed at herself, shaking her head without thinking too much.

She walked all the way home.

It was already past midnight, and there were few people on the road. Besides, her living place was not crowded normally.

Coming to a corner, she was suddenly dragged in by a strong force.

There were no street lights in the alley. A few seconds later, she saw a few malicious young men around her. They looked like gangsters with baseball bats in their hands.

She became vigilant, standing against the wall. "What are you doing?"

The gangsters looked at each other, laughed, and ignored her.

"Who sent you?"

The leading hooligan roared with laughter and said, "Look, how stupid she is!"¶¶¶¶¶¶¶