I've Been There Before (Grace and Caden) novel Chapter 50

The elevator arrived and the door opened. Caden hugged Grace in his arms, rushed out all the way into the bedroom, placed her on the big bed, and reached out to take off her wet clothes.

His long fingers unbuttoned her clothes one by one, the first layer, the coat; the second layer, the shirt; the third layer... His brow rose. Why did she wear so much on such a hot day?

His finger stopped on the third layer of the cloth. He couldn’t understand why she would some clothes that should be worn in autumn on summer days.

But she couldn't just be left in her wet clothes.

Caden quickened her movements, stripping off her wet clothes, and his eyes fell on her old-fashioned bra. Without hesitation, he undressed her bra. A pair of hills leaped out of sight, and the man breathed wildly for three seconds.

Soon he turned and pulled out his white shirt from the closet and pulled it over her.

It was all done in one movement, without a pause, and, of course, the haste with which he was undressing allowed him to overlook the scar on the back of her back, where it lay hidden.

Caden pulled the shirt over her, and as he reached to change her wet pants, the person on the bed suddenly kicked her feet, as if in shock.

Whoosh!

Caden looked up at the woman in the bed. Her eyes were still closed, but her pale face was frightened in her sleep, as if she had been disturbed.

He moved his hand away, and she settled down. Caden put his hand on her waist again, and sure enough, her terror returned even when she closed her eyes.

Caden got a hard kick at the chin, and with his long arm extended, his big hand clamped around her ankle, and she stopped kicking him.

The man held her ankle, with a pair of dark eyes staring at her sleeping face, and lost in thought... How could she be so sensitive to the action, and even frightened?

While he was meditating, she was strapped in a nightmare and began to talk deliriously,

"Leona, Leona, take me away, take me away..."

Caden almost crushed her ankles. Her black eyes were cold... why did she keep calling Leon? Was Leon that good?

His eyes were fixed on the bed... ‘Grace, give up. Do you want Leon to take you away? Do you want to run away with Leon? Stop daydreaming.’

"Leona..."

The woman was still raving.

Caden's face now grew colder and colder, and his eyes were fixed on the tears flowing out of her eyes.

She was crying!

Neither Grace three years ago nor Grace three years later, Caden hadn’t never seen her crying for anyone!

But for Leon, she cried!

Somehow, when he thought of this, he felt an impulse to destroy Leon and strangled the dead woman himself!

He stared at the line of tears in the corner of her eye and saw them fall down her face and into the pillow... The wetting spot was so annoying!

Everything was annoying!

The pillow was annoying!

The sheets were annoying!

Her tears were much more annoying!