I've Been There Before (Grace and Caden) novel Chapter 285

Grace stood quietly in front of the bedroom window. The night was colorful. Here the traffic was busy. The motley pedestrians were all in a hurry. From the height, those people had become little black spots like ants.

Everyone was living their own lives. What kind of story did they hide?

The stranger who walked past her might have already experienced a lot.

What about Grace?

What about herself?

What kind of life she was living?

Caden was still trying to open the door. She knew that Caden must be confused and randomly guessing if he had done something wrong.

A desperate smile appeared on Grace’s face.

She stared fixedly at the wall.

Suddenly, she punched heavily on the wall and then bowed. Her long black hair covered her face. Her trembling shoulders revealed her helplessness, pain, confusion and contradiction.

Was Vivian right?

...

She hit the wall again.

“I cannot forget what should be forgotten, but I forget what should be remembered!” Grace mocked, “You really know how to play tricks.”

She didn’t know whether she was referring to this damned fate or the one hidden behind all of this.

“Grace, don’t scare me.” Caden shouted anxiously. He even began to kick the door, “Don’t do this. I’m scared ...”

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The door to the bedroom opened silently. Grace was on a poker face, and on her lips was a circle of blood on which she had bitten herself.

What kind of struggle was it?

She ignored Caden’s worried face and was holding his blanket.

Everything had returned to its former state.

Grace walked into the living room and quietly preparing two sheets on the sofa.

Caden stood on the side uneasily. His helpless expression was irresistible.

Grace didn’t look at him at all.

“From now on, you are not allowed to enter my bedroom.”

She said coldly.

Caden was instantly flustered. He tightly grabbed onto Grace’s clothes and asked, “Did I do something wrong? You don’t like me anymore.”

“Let me go.”

“No.”

Caden shook his head stubbornly.

Grace looked at her clothes that being dragged. Her heart was filled with bitterness. Vivian’s words echoed constantly, like an octave box that played back over and over again.

Grace coldly tore his hands away, and walked to the bedroom.

Caden was rattled. Without thinking, he chased after Grace.

“Grace, tell me what I did wrong.” Caden held Grace’s arm tightly in panic.

Grace did not respond. She expressionlessly pulled away his fingers one by one, “You didn’t do anything wrong.” The one who did the wrong thing was the past Caden.

But the man stood here was Caden. Grace wanted to ignore it, just like she said to Vivian that she didn’t want to push away that warmth.

But she was scared.