I've Been There Before (Grace and Caden) novel Chapter 307

The flight arrived in S City about three hours later. When Grace got off the plane, it was already one o’clock in the morning.

When she left Banyan Manor, she forgot to change her clothes. Then she took a flight to the north. As she walked out of the airport, the cold wind was blowing hard.

Vivian hadn’t fallen asleep yet. After getting off the plane, Grace turned on her phone and found that she had many missed calls and received plenty of text messages.

Out of sight, out of mind. She skimmed over the messages. Suddenly, she noticed a message from Vivian.

It warmed the cockles of her heart.

“Still awake?” she asked Vivian.

“Did you get off the plane? I’ll pick you up.”

“No need. I’m already in the taxi.”

She put down her phone with a mocking smile.

Her so-called family even didn’t care about her as much as her friend did.

Her family sent her messages to let off steam and blame her. But her friend was waiting for her and wanted to pick her up.

She didn’t realize that until that moment. Did they hurt her just because she was tolerant?

Did she do something wrong?

Along the way, she had been thinking whether she had made a mistake.

The driver stopped and said, “Here we are.”

She pulled herself together and looked around. Everything was familiar. She subconsciously raised her head to look at the floor she lived on.

There was no light, and it merged into darkness.

He must have fallen asleep, she guessed. There was no reason for him to wait her.

She got off the car.

Then she took the elevator to her home.

She opened the door gently.

The room was quiet.

She did not turn on the light. With the faint light from the street lamps, she was able to feel her way into the living room.

The furniture in the room was barely discernible.

She slowly breathed a sigh of relief when got home. Then she walked into the living room and threw her backpack onto the ground. She felt like a ball and wanted to throw herself onto the sofa.

Just then, she noticed a dark figure on the sofa.

She narrowed her eyes and carefully observed it … It was a man.

Nervous though, she quietly approached him. A familiar smell rushed into her nose. It was the smell of shampoo in her bathroom.

It was him.

However, she was not surprised, nor did she wake him up.

She walked over and stood beside the sofa, watching him quietly. He lay on the sofa with his head resting on his arms.

She turned around and went to the bedroom to get him a quilt.

Perhaps because of the noise she had made, he flipped over and then fell asleep again.

As she turned around, she saw the dishes on the bar. She stopped, stretched out, and found the dishes were still hot.

She was shocked.

“Grace?”

He woke up and said in a soft tone.

She made no reply.

“Am I dreaming again?”

Grace saw him pinched himself.

“Ouch! Oh, I’m not dreaming. Grace, you’re back.”

“When did you come back?”

“Are you hungry?”

“I’ll get you some rice.”

She didn’t move, watching him get up and turn on the light. The room was lit up. He put a bowl of rice on the bar and kept talking.

“Grace, do you know I can cook? I learned how to cook from TV.”

She noticed that the rice was still steaming.

“Vivian said you love eating. Did she lie to me?”

“You had dinner late at night?”

“No.”

“I had dinner before dark.”

Before dark?

“Liar. The food is still hot. It can’t be hot after such a long time,” She said with a grim expression.

She sounded a bit serious.

“I didn’t lie,” He said with a wronged expression.

“I had dinner before dark.”

“I don’t think the plates can preserve heat,” She said sarcastically.

He insisted, “I didn’t lie. I will never lie to you.”

“Then tell me why!”

“I heated it ...”

He failed to put it clearly. But she got it.

“You heated the food when it got cold? Why?” she looked at him and asked in surprise, her heart beating faster.

Actually, she knew the answer.

And she got sweaty palms.

Was she sweating nervously?