Love You Like I Used To Forget It (Millie Bridge) novel Chapter 341

Grace turned to me once Agatha had calmed down.

The wildness in her eyes from earlier, after I had hit her, was gone. In its place was a deceptively soft gaze. Despite this, I felt as though there were countless sharp arrows aimed at me. If looks could kill, I would already be full of holes now.

Unlike Agatha, who merely wanted to hurt me out of spite, Grace seemed to be after something more.

As she looked at Irvin with an aggrieved expression, Grace said, “I just want justice for what she did to me, Tim. If you won’t allow me that, I’ll go to the police.”

When she glanced back at me, she looked like a venomous snake in the dark, poised to strike and sink its fangs into me at any

moment.

“You’re looking at at least ten years in prison, Ms. Quill, if I report you,” she indirectly threatened with her gaze fully on me. Grace had already gotten me arrested once, even though I hadn’t pushed her. But this time, I had violently raised my hand against her. Given who she was, she would surely be able to increase my prison sentence beyond 10 years.

She thought her words would intimidate me because I had hit her and injured her terribly. And if she insisted on pressing charges, I wouldn’t be able to escape no matter what. She was waiting to see me break down from fear, get on my knees, and beg her for mercy.

She had already planned everything out in her mind. First, she would humiliate me publicly. And once she was satisfied and the timing was right, she would drag me through hell. She would make my life so miserable that I would wish I were in prison

instead.

I met her expectant gaze and burst out laughing.

Grace was taken aback. Not only was I unafraid, but I was even laughing. She looked genuinely confused by my reaction. It was the same look she had when she couldn’t comprehend that I had actually dared strike her.

She was used to being untouchable and holding other people’s lives in her hands. Typically, with just one look, she could determine the fate of others. As such, someone of my background shouldn’t have the nerve to challenge her, let alone lay a finger on her.

Irvin was about to speak, but I pushed him aside. I didn’t need him to defend me or make a sacrifice for me. If I had the guts to hit Grace, I wouldn’t be afraid of the consequences and could handle it myself.

Stepping toward Grace, I said, “Do you own the police, Mrs. Hardwell? Am I supposed to serve time just because you say so? I’m sure you’ve undergone a full physical examination, which revealed you’re barely injured. Am I right?”

I had practiced Taekwondo since elementary school, and as an adult, I had undergone close combat training. On top of that, my research had made me well–versed in human anatomy.

Hence, when I hit Grace, I only aimed for the spots that would hurt terribly but wouldn’t leave any lasting injuries.

In fact, she should be grateful that I had already calmed down when she approached me. That was the only reason I was able to keep in mind the effects of my blows and the fact that she was a woman who had recently miscarried. As such, I had been

mindful when striking Grace.

If she had caught me while I was still at my worst, I might have focused only on taking her down, even if it meant I would go

down with her.

“Also,” I added, “you might want to take a look at this first before you decide to call the cops.”

With that, I took out my phone and played a video. It was a recording from the moment she entered the stairwell until the point she had provoked me.

Grace’s expression instantly changed the moment she realized I had recorded the whole incident without her knowledge.