She had not gotten much sleep the night before. In addition to her grandmother’s issue, her problems were only getting worse. Right now, Grace felt as if she was drowning.
After walking a while, Grace brushed shoulders with a passerby and stumbled onto the ground.
Fortunately, her clothes were thick enough, so she did not experience much pain.
Just as she was about to stand up, she felt some hurried steps running toward her. That person quickly helped her up.
Grace took a look and was shocked to see Gus.
"Why are you..."
"My car is just by the roadside. Let me take you home." Grace may have rejected his offer, but he was still worried about her. Therefore, he had slowly driven his car while trailing behind her.
"Nevermind, I can get home on my own."
"You fell so easily after merely brushing past a passerby. How am I to be at ease seeing you go home alone? My car is just by the roadside. If we continue to dawdle here, I'll get a traffic summon if the police come!"
Grace saw how persistent he was. She sighed and followed him to his car.
Gus drove toward the direction of Grace's apartment.
"You don't need to burden yourself by thinking that I expect something in return for sending you home. I know that I'm not capable enough and am unable to match up with your ex-boyfriend. I'm just worried about something happening to you. I'll be more at ease if I made sure you got home safely," Gus said earnestly.
"Thanks." What happened in the past was only like a dream to the present Grace.
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