I've Been There Before (Grace and Caden) novel Chapter 172

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 novel, so that she could forget everything.

If 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 extreme fear 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.