Love in Blind (Caden and Grace) novel Chapter 56

The passage led to the lift. With great fear, it seemed the passage was covered by nails.

Grace silently followed Kirk.

The lift was ahead of them. Kirk stopped for a second and gestured Grace to go ahead alone as if he was a gentleman. “Please, Miss Grace.”

“You…” Grace hesitated. She was not a warm-hearted girl, but she glanced over Kirk’s icy-cold face. “Don’t you come with me?”

“President only want to meet you.”

Kirk still grabbed Ruby’s arm in his hand. She hastily shouted as the lift door was about to close, “Grace! Grace! Please help me! I know you are too kind to leave me in the hell, right?”

Kirk annoyingly shot her a glare, and turned to Grace. “Miss Grace, you owe her nothing.”

There was no need to bother his president for the bitch.

Grace said before the door closed, “I know.”

I know I don’t owe her. I want to see the man I hate not for her.

Grace didn’t want to explain anything to anyone.

When the door opened again, she took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. He noticed her deathly-pale face reflected on the wall of the lift from the corner of her eyes.

Perhaps, in others’ opinion, she only came to beg a man she knew about for another, which was not a big deal.

But, in terms of Grace, it was much more painful… than kneeling on the ground.

“President Shaw, here I am.” For some reason, the lights in the hall were out, except some dimmed lights. On the cowhide sofa near the French window sat a man, his arm languidly laid on the armrest. Between his fingers, his smoking cigarette was snapped out.

She kind of flinched.

She instinctively moved backward.

In the meantime, there came a small laugh. “Have a seat.”

“…”

The man in the sofa pointed to the sofa across from his.

“So, you’re not here to beg for others?”

“…Yes.” Grace slowly moved to the sofa and sat down.

“You sit there just because my order?” The man asked.

Obviously, he was playing her.

“You’re my president, and I have to obey your order.”

The man thought he heard a joke…Obey his order?

Who?

She? Grace James? The daughter of family James?

Caden suddenly propped his head against his arm laying on the armrest, his posture languid, his side face handsome, his eyes unwaveringly landing on Grace’s face.

The clock ticked away the seconds, Grace started to get fidgeted.

But the man’s gaze was locked on her face. With dim light, she couldn’t see his expression clearly. From time to time, she looked up into his eyes, only to find his intenseness.

Finally, she was too anxious to stay silent with him, and she tilted her head up, saying, “President Shaw, I’m here to beg for someone…”

She hoped he can say something with her reminder.

The man languidly said, “I know, and I was waiting for you to say something.”

Grace paused a beat, digesting his words…It turned out that the president was waiting for her to start talking first.