NovelEnglishChapter172 Why did it Remind Her of the Pain Ah... Reminded of it, how could she not feel the pain? If not painful, why spent half of the life on it? If not painful, which fool would take half of the life to gamble? And the reward was that she got his little attention? In the past three years, Grace had always forced herself to learn to accept the indifference and unkindness from the man, and to recognize the fact. That was completely cruel. Even she had no chance to be a coward? So she desperately convinced herself, not to care about, or love, so that she could get rid of such a cruel world. Finally, she thought she didn't care or love, but still didn't escape from such a cruel world. In fact, she would still care about that.
In fact, her heart would feel painful.
In fact, the feeling of infatuation was always kept in her mind.
She looked up at the ceiling, hoping that she lost her memory in a car accident, that just liked the plot of a , so that she could forget everything.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIf only such things would happen, it must be fully wonderful.
Under the eyes of all the people in the room, there seemed to be something different about the woman, who was filled with grief.
The styling designer was about to continue with a sarcastic, "You...", the woman took up the dress, commanding indifferently in a rude voice.
"Get out." The styling designer felt humiliated, "Miss James, do you think you are the mistress of that house? Do you have any right to order us?" "Get out." Being humiliated and ridiculed by the styling designer, all thought that the woman would be embarrassed as before, but unexpectedly, Grace picked up the scissors from the table, "Click!" "What are you doing?" the styling designer shouted urgently! No one noticed that the woman's hand was shaking, or she was trying to keep her body from shaking.
Grace glanced at her hands holding scissors and a dress, with a self-deprecating look... She knew that no matter what decision she made, no matter how sad and painful she felt in her heart, her body would feel extrfear from those three years.
No matter how straight her back was, her body, in those three years, had been branded of the baseness. So when she met something frightening, she would reflexively fear and tremble.
Take a deep breath, and she gruffly said, "Get out. If you still need this job." "You..." "And tell Sam not to play such stupid tricks any more." "I don't know what you're talking about!" The face of the styling designer turned pale, providing an explanation for himself.
"Mr. Shaw likes pink, not white." Grace used her gruff voice, saying faintly.
"Ah?" The words of Grace was so puzzling that the styling designer did not get the point, but after a while, she suddenly understood it.
Maybe it was inwardly guilty, or it was that the woman was not as easy a bully as she thought, or it was Grace that caught something weakness of her, so the styling designer dared not to say anything with a pale face.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Let's go!" After a while, the styling designer said grimly.
So Grace turned around and picked out a black dress from the wardrobe, putting on the coat and high heels, she walked out of the bedroom.
The first step, the second step, the third step...
The first one, why did she stay awake all the time? Why not have an unconscious life without any cares and loves? The second one, was it love or hate? Or was it love and hate?
The third one, from then on, to escape, or to stay? What was then choice? What was the choice for Grace? She still cared about it, but it was hard to accept.
In fact, it was not that she didn't love to him, but the love brought too much pain, so she would like to remind herself every moment and every day: she didn't care anymore. Why she met this damn styling designer today! Why the damn styling designer talked to her talkatively! Why the damn painful feeling was engraved on her heart, that was unforgettable! Caden, how should I face you? Caring about it, but it is difficult to accept such a "care".
Hate! She hates him, but hates herself even more!
She only felt shamed that she loves a man in such a lowly way, but terribly, she could fowly. Grace, why don't you go to hell? Then she closed her eyes and finally stood at the top of the stairs.000 Grace, why not refusk to be lower X
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