Steal my heart by Savannah Kade

Chapter 279 Grace Faints Grace's face darkened all the way home.

By the tthe car stopped, Caden had already taken the initiative to carry the things they bought.

She just planned to buy simple daily necessities, but...

She was glaring at that pile of stuffs.

It was the biggest mistake to take him to the supermarket.

On the contrary, he stood there with bright smile, telling her that he was in a very good mood.

But she was not good! They entered the elevator and he leaned against her. She took half a step back in annoyance. Normally, someone would sense it and retreat.

But... Caden did not have such a consciousness at all.

When they just got home, she felt dizzy.

"Grace, are you alright?" The powerful arm tightly wrapped around her. She had almost fallen to the ground.

She reached out and pushed his hand away, "I'm just tired. Put on your new slippers." She saw him obediently changing his shoes and put on that slippers. He was so excited, "Grace, are they cute? So good, right?" 15 He asked again and again, "Are they good? Cute?" What could she do? She just felt it funny. He didn't feel tired, "How do you think?" She was so annoyed. She could only vaguely answer him. She really couldn't tell lies that he looked cute and beautiful in those pink slippers...

It was so odd! Hearing her answer, he immediately bent down and rummaged around in the bag. She was puzzled. "Oh! Found it." Her rabbit slippers... That obvious rabbit...

"Put it on, Grace." She got headache again... I wouldn't! She almost lost her rationality! But he felt nothing and already squatted down in front of her.

She was puzzled.

He squatted on the ground, laughed and looked up at her dumbly.

"Grace, put on it as well." "No." She took off her shoes and took out her light gray slippers from the cabinet. He quickly reached out and snatched them away. Her expression changed.

He grabbed her ankle. She was shocked and wanted to avoid it.

He was so powerful.

"Grace, don't move. I'll help you put on the rabbit slippers." His words made her tremble.

Her eyes widened. The shandsface but totally different actions. It was unreal.

What... was he doing? He clumsily picked up one of the slipper and put it on her foot.

A familiar scene flashed by! Her heart ached, "Letgo!" "Don't move..." "Caden! Stand up!" She was really angry at this moment. She only wanted the scene disappear! As well as him! "Wait a moment..." He was kneeling on one knee, holding her feet in one hand. She could not explain why it was an eyesore to her.

It was indeed an eyesore! "Caden," she shouted in a hoarse voice, "listen carefully.

I don't need you to helpput on shoes.

I don't like the slippers you picked for me.

I don't like pink toothbrushes and those water glasses.

I don't like those things at all. I'm lying to you!" Her voice grew louder and louder. She was shouting at him.

Angrily and painfully.

The anger and unhappiness had cso suddenly for no reason! Her cheeks turned red. He was stunned by her roar. He still knelt on one knee and stared blankly at her. In the past, apart from his indifference, there was nothing else in his eyes.

At this moment, there was only dullness, doubt, and confusion left... He didn't understand why she suddenly lost her temper. His hand moved close to his heart. Was he sick? Why did it hurt here? However, which made him even more concerned was that Grace was angry.

"What?!" The backlog of anger suddenly had an outlet. She didn't want to pretend anymore.

He was stunned by her roar again, and a strong sense of unease appeared, "I'm sorry..." "Enough! Caden!" "Can you stop saying sorry?!" If he wanted to apologize, did it when he was sober.

She would not accept it now! There was no need for an eight-year-old child to apologize.

She changed into her own slippers and walked to the bedroom. She was a little dizzy. Maybe she had been overworked recently and needed a good rest today.

But she completely lost consciousness before she could make a move.

He was scared and pounced over to carry her in his arms in time. His arms around her waist tightened.

"Grace? Grace?" He anxiously called her, but there was no response.

He didn't know what to do. He immediately took out her phone and called Ingemar, "Grace fainted." Fifteen minutes later, Ingemar cwith a doctor.

"High fever. Why discover it so late?" The doctor blamed Caden, who was waiting by the bed.

He pursed his lips and his eyes filled with worry. "It was raining. Grace got wet yesterday." It must because of it! This doctor was old and a private doctor from the Josephs. He had watched Caden, Humbert, and Ingemar grow up. He had heard a bit about Caden.

The doctor shook his head, "I'll call someone to prepare the medicines and send it downstairs." Not soon, the medicines cand the doctor did the transfusion for her.

The doorbell rang and Ingemar walked to the door, "Who is it?" "Domestic service." He opened the door.

The housekeeper cleaned the house and left.

Ingemar didn't leave until the transfusion was finished.

Before leaving, Ingemar looked at the one lying on the bed and the one accompanying her.

"We'll ctomorrow." Then he left.

It was already night.

Grace slowly regained her senses, feeling powerless and aching.

As soon as she moved, Caden was woken up by her small action. "Grace, you're awake!" He immediately shouted in surprise.

Seeing him dancing happily, she was guilty. The anger had already dissipated. "What's wrong with me?" "Grace fainted. Caden called Ingemar. Ingemar brought a doctor to treat Grace. The doctor said that Grace had a high fever. It was Caden's fault that Caden ran out randomly, causing Grace to get wet. It must be Caden's fault." His innocent gaze revealed self-blame.

She softened her tone and whispered, "Have you eaten something?" He realized something, "God! Grace hasn't eaten anything yet." He ran out of the bedroom immediately. She was not able to stop him.

After a while, she heard ssounds in the living room. The mess she saw in the morning suddenly flashed in her mind. She had a bad premonition. She supported the wall and slowly walked towards the living room. She was prepared for the worst... Went to the supermarket again tomorrow. She sighed in her heart.

On the contrary, there were no horrible scenes. He was clumsy but he didn't break anything.

She was standing in the corridor quietly, looking at his busy figure.

His fingers seemed to have been burned. He jumped on the ground, "Hot, hot, hot..." He whispered to himself from tto time.

This was the first tthat she saw him like this, who was busy in the kitchen...

In a trance, she suddenly remembered that she had also fantasized about such a warm scene in the past. Not only was this scene, but also many other sweet scenes.

They stayed at htogether and enjoyed movies on weekends.

There would be many snacks which almost drowned them.

If they had a child....

She suddenly woke up! There couldn't be a child.

She warned herself.

They were wrong choices to each other from the beginning. That was why there was so much pain.

If it wasn't wrong, why so painful? Shouldn't love be sweet? They won't have children.

"Grace." His surprised voice sounded.

She suddenly looked up.

He run over to her in delight. "Cand eat, Grace." He stretched out his hand and naturally grabbed her one hand. She could not dodge it and walked towards the table.

A bowl of steaming noodles was placed in front of her.

It was over-cooked and with no color, which was really not appetizing. A pair of chopsticks were stuffed into her hand. "Grace, enjoy it." He urged her.

She could clearly see the expectation in his eyes.

Before she could think, her hand already took action and sent a mouthful noodles into her mouth. She was numb by the amazing taste... Why did she try! She didn't know whether to swallow it or spit it out... She must be too starving.

She slowly swallowed it.

"Grace, is it delicious?" He pleaded for praise.

"No..." she whispered.

"Am I smart? Grace cooked it once and I learned it. It must be delicious." She didn't answer and ate it quietly.

He picked up his chopsticks with interest and sent a mouthful to his mouth, "The noodles that Gracem taughtmust be the most delicious in the world..." Before he could swallow it, he shouted, "It is sweet!" She closed her eyes.

"Sweet, Grace, sweet! Why so sweet?" He kept asking her.

The noodles she cooked were salty.

Nobody knew why it was sweet.

"Grace, Caden will cook another bowl." She took another two mouthfuls and stopped, "I'm full." "But..." "Didn't your teacher tell you not to waste food?" she said.

"Oh? Who's Caden's teacher?" He was obviously stunned.

She quietly looked at the confused face and said, "I forgot. Caden is old enough to go to school. I'll pick a school for you tomorrow."

His expression immediately changed.

He looked at her angrily and picked up his bowl, "Caden's noodles are the best." The implication was "not going to school".

Even though she knew that there was all bitterness between them, nom matter in the past, the present, or the future, but at this moment, she felt somewhat sweet.00000|||||||||| Ashburn