I've Been There Before (Grace and Caden) novel Chapter 293

It was impossible to take a taxi near the Shaw’s old mansion.

Only when she walked along to the crossroad would taxis been seen.

Dragging her exhausted body, she trudged forward. Master Shaw didn’t bother to show some politeness to her. A respectable family should have arranged someone to drive her home.

Master Shaw simply left her alone and didn’t even intend to have a car sending her home.

After Grace left the old mansion, she walked along this private path to the intersection.

“Wait.”

Behind her, someone shouted. She turned around to look.

A car slowly drove over and stopped beside her. The window was rolled down and Kirk’s head stretched out. “Let me send you off.”

He had such good intentions? Grace studied him for a while and said, “Thank you.”

She opened the car door and got in without a word.

Kirk started the car. Passing the crossroad, they were on the highway.

When they reached the overpass, there were less vehicles. In the back seat, Grace rubbed her aching waist and said, “Just say it.”

The driver’s hand on the steering wheel stiffened slightly, “What?”

Grace chuckled, “I thought there might be a reason for you giving me a ride without letting Master Shaw know.”

“What reason could it be? I drove you home and I’m the bad guy?

“Miss James, are you always this suspicious?”

“Really? Nothing else?” She didn’t believe it.

There was a moment of silence in the car.

Grace looked out the window at the streetlights. Since Kirk didn’t say anything, why would she ask?

He would say what he wanted.

After a long time.

“How is the boss?”

Grace’s eyes revealed a trace of understanding … Sure enough, he didn’t have such good intentions.

“You should ask him yourself. After all, your surname is Shaw.”

After a moment of silence, Kirk said, “Miss James, I have to admit you are smart. I didn’t chase after you just to get you home. I have a lot of questions and want to ask you in private. Unfortunately, I don’t have a chance.”

“Go ahead.”

“Miss … Wallis … do you still remember her?”

Grace’s index finger trembled, “Of course.” She slowly looked up at the back of the driver’s head.

The streetlights left a shadow on her face. Under the faint light, her expression was calm and lifeless.

“Miss Wallis is dead.”

“Yes.”

She replied indifferently.

Kirk’s shoulders trembled.

Grace was just indifferent.

“Miss Wallis was humiliated when she died.”

“Yes.”

With his back to Grace, Kirk’s eyes turned red.

Grace remained indifferent.

“Miss Wallis was a good person.”

Grace lowered her eyes … A good person?

Funny!

“Miss Wallis could have been very happy.”

“Yes.” Wallis could be very happy.

She tilted her head and looked out of the window. There were only rows of street lamps, flying backwards. Her eyes became blank.

“But she’s dead! She died young in such a way!” Kirk’s voice quivered.