I've Been There Before (Grace and Caden) novel Chapter 319

Her eyes watered as he got on top of her. She said hoarsely, “I hate … you.”

He stifled her unfinished sentence with a fierce kiss.

She suddenly felt a sharp pang of pain. He got into her without any notice.

She was unable to utter anything but to look at him in hatred and fear.

When the man met her eyes, his heart sank. He covered those eyes with his hand. He didn’t want her to look at him like that!

Anguish filled the man’s eyes. Now he could stop suppressing his feelings. Anyway..., her eyes were covered, and she couldn’t see him.

She was his!

He was the one hurting her, and he was also the one feeling hurt…. So much had happened that he wondered if they had a future.

Grace, you were so cruel!

The room smelled of sex, yet the two in bed were despaired.

This was what he wanted the most in the last three years, but he felt heartbroken and suffocated.

He felt good physically, but he was tortured inside.

He listened carefully to her groans as she endured his intrusion. He paid attention to every sound she made. Every time she moaned, his pain grew.

I was sorry, Grace. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Don’t run away from me. Don’t. Stay with me. I would be nice to you. I would give you everything. Don’t… run away anymore.

He knew that he was shameless. He knew he had shown her the worst of him.

He was happy physically, but miserable mentally.

He felt like he was between heaven and hell and finally went crazy.

When it was over, the man got up and the woman on the bed was numb. She stared blankly at the man’s muscular chest and watched him get dressed elegantly. He acted like as if … as if what had happened was just some absurd, boring drama.

He acted like he was a whoremaster who had just got laid.

She raised her finger and found that she was weak.

“You’re really a jerk.” She moved her eyes mechanically and stared at the man beside the bed blankly.

The man buttoned the collar with his slim fingers. He paused for a moment and turned around slowly. He lowered his head and looked down at the woman on the bed.

“Didn’t you know I was a jerk a long time ago?”

He buttoned the last button slowly. He bent down and placed his palm on the bed beside her face. His handsome face was close to hers. He curled up his thin lips and said in a hoarse, magnetic voice,

“So don’t run away. Don’t try to resist.

I was a jerk. Don’t try to provoke a jerk. “

Now he was like Satan from hell. He was dangerous and cold. But he was almost suffocating in torment.

Keep her…. He couldn’t think of any other way. He was willing to be the man she hated if he could keep her. He was willing to live in hell if he could keep her.

But allowing her to donate bone marrow at the risk of her own life? Allowing her to take the immeasurable risk that could result in her death?

He suddenly stood up and straightened his back. His large hands resting by his legs clenched into tight fists…. HE COULDN’T DO THAT!

The woman on the bed was silent. Suddenly, she curled up her lips into an odd smile. The man’s heart skipped a beat.

“I’m nothing but a toy, right?” She muttered hoarsely. She seemed to be asking him, but she was more like talking to herself.

Suddenly!

The man’s face turned pale as he said coldly, “Yes, toy,” he sneered, “So be good, understand?”

With such arrogant words, the man turned away eagerly, as if he couldn’t wait to flee from the room.

The door was shut with a loud sound. The bedroom returned to the depressing silence.

The man strode out, followed by Ladd.

The more he thought about it, the sadder he became.

Toy?

If she was a toy, then he must be crazy. All he ever wanted was only this one.

Caden had never cared about his toys since he was a kid. If they broke, he would throw them away. If he was tired of them, he would put them aside. She was his toy?

If she was a toy, why couldn’t he let go of her?

If their relationship must be like that of a toy and its owner….

Grace, if you like, I could be your toy as long as you didn’t leave me again…, okay?

Ladd opened the car door and the man got into the car. He was no longer daunting. He reached out and rubbed the space between his eyebrows. There was only bitterness and exhaustion on his handsome face.

“Should we go back to the company, Boss?” Ladd asked.

The man seemed to have thought of something, “Is anyone looking after her?”

“Don’t worry. Saul was already in place. With Saul standing guard outside her door, Mrs. James should be fine,” Ladd reported briefly. He knew what his boss meant.

“Watch her,” the man said evenly, “Don’t let her go to the hospital.” How could she take such a risk to get away from him!

He gritted his teeth again.

“Tell Saul to follow her if she wants to go shopping or work. She could go anywhere she wants but the hospital.”

“Yes, Boss.”

“How’s the thing I asked you to do?”

Ladd knew what he was referring to. “Deacon has already contacted them.” He fell silent after that.

He had made it clear — the other party was stalling and refusing them.

“Ask Deacon to ‘invite’ them over to the manor now.”

Ladd was surprised, “Boss, do you want to meet them personally?”

The man in the back seat waved his hand tiredly. “Do it.”

Without further questions, Ladd put on his blue-tooth headphones. He called Deacon and transferred the man’s order.

After finishing the call, he drove straight to the Shaw Manor.

Caden had moved to the large manor after he grew up.

The iron gate opened automatically, and the car passed through the gatekeeper smoothly. After driving for a while, it stopped in front of the main building of the manor.

“Welcome home, sir,” the butler said respectfully.

He handed over a wet, warm, clean towel with the scent of lemonade.

The man wiped his hands. The warm, lemonade-scented towel smoothed his exhaustion.

Not long after...

A black commercial vehicle parked in front of the manor.

The car door opened, a pair of young mother and son was “invited” off. They looked aggrieved.

“I’m not going. I want to go back. You don’t have the right to do this!” The young woman was anxious.

The mother wasn’t stupid. This was not an invitation. They were forced to come here.

What kind of “invitation” was this?

“Our Boss is waiting for you. Please come with me. He will be unhappy if you keep him waiting for too long. And none of us can bear the consequences.” Deacon learned that from Ladd.

Unblinking and expressionless, he forced them to the manor.

At the entrance of the reception hall....