I've Been There Before (Grace and Caden)
Chapter171 The Pain She had Forgotten

Not being humiliated, she heard the man's deep voice with a slight reprimand.

"Don't let me see you run in a hurry next time!"

As Caden said, he put down Grace's legs. If she had taken care of her own body and health, he wouldn't give her a hard time.

His cold eyes glanced at her feet again, "Where are your shoes?"

"......?" Shoes?

What shoes?

Following his eyes, Grace suddenly realized that in order to replace Caden, she got up in a hurry, to express the anger that had been in her heart for a long time, she forgot to put on slippers and ran out of the house barefoot. So, was he just checking her feet?

She felt absurd. When did he become so kind? Why did he care so much about her?

At that moment.

The mattress was suddenly lifted, a dark shadow appeared in front of her.

"Dress her up in half an hour." Caden lifted his wrist to look at the watch, giving an order in a low voice, and then he quietly turned to leave. Grace's face changed suddenly!

"Wait a minute!" Hardly thinking, she reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

Caden looked down at the sleeve, followed the hand on his sleeve, his black eyes were moving up slowly, suddenly fixed on her face.

It was a meaningful glance.

Grace's heart was flurried.

"Anything else?" he said in a magnetic voice with natural grace.

"I won't go! I don't want to go!" She was still determined.

Her hand was tugging desperately at his sleeve, as if only by this way could express her determination: "She doesn't want to go." "Give me a reason." She must give him a reason for refusing.

"I exactly don't want," she said.

"This is not a reason."

"I am afraid of the cold," she lowered her eyes to hide her emotion.

There was a chuckle above her head, and then a hand rubbed her hair, he said in a low and soft voice, "I want to know the real reason."

"......" The real reason... "I just fear the cold."

While Grace was hanging her head down, the man's chuckle came again. Then he patted her head gently, pulling her hand away from his sleeve, and turning to leave. Hearing the footsteps dying away, Sam respectfully said, "Sir, take care!"

Obviously, the man was about to get out of the bedroom door.

Grace felt completely flustered.

She raised her head suddenly and said in a gruff voice, "I exactly don't want to go. Can't it be my excuse?" She was absolutely angry.

The man, why did he always make decisions for others?

The man did not turn round, but his deep voice went through her ears:

"Grace, Don't run away! Try to open your mind to get along with people. In the past, you have done these things very well."

He did not notice that the woman behind him, whose face suddenly became pale with a bit of fear.

The feeling of being seen through was not wonderful!

Especially someone like her, she had already experienced many setbacks. She believed that she hid the feelings well, but she was seen right through by others. So mortally embarrassed.

It seemed that there was bitter in Grace's mouth, looking at the figure of the man leaving at the door.

Sam deeply glanced at Grace in the room, and turned around to the styling designer, "Mr. Shaw preferred the woman to wear a white dress."

At that moment, Grace raised her head toward Sam. This was entirely intentional.

Only Wallis liked to wear a white dress!

"I don't like the white dress!"

There was a horrible smile on Sam's face, as if the lines were deeply embedded in the face. He stared at Grace with a sickly smile. But from such a seemingly respectful smile, Grace felt his malice.

"So, take good care of Miss James, please!" Saying such words, he turned and walked out with his thin legs.

When her makeup and hair were done, Grace kept in silence.

"Miss James! Please try on this dress." Until the styling designer handed her a strapless white dress.

Almost screamed, she refused, "I don't want it! I hate the white!"

"Calm down, Miss James! Actually, you look pretty beautiful and elegant in white. Haven't you ever wear a white dress?

In fact, every girl should have a beautiful white dress. Just try it on, I am sure you will like it."

"I hate it! I don't want the white one! Can't you hear me? I hate the white dress!"

Grace got mad!

Without hearing something from Sam, she would never felt uncomfortable with the white dress.

Hence, after clearly knowing Sam's malicious intentions, in her eyes, this white dress was just a disgusting thing!

Why did she need to wear clothes in Wallis's style?

"Miss James!" The patience of the styling designer was running out. Additionally, she did not know about her past and sufferings. At that moment, she felt this woman, without an attractive appearance or slim figure, did not have extraordinary point. And now, she was insolently refused to cooperate with her. So in the styling designer's mind, being linked with Mr. Shaw, Grace was just an unreasonable and importunate woman.

Even the attitude of Mr. Shaw towards this woman was not so completely gentle and considerate.

"Miss James!" the styling designer forced to throw the dress to her, but in the next second! Suddenly, an accident happened.

Grace felt that the white dress made her uncomfortable, waving her hand wildly... Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! One after the other!

The scene, immediately quieted down!

The air was in silence.

"I..." Grace opened her mouth. But she didn't do it on purpose, just hate the dress, "Are you all right?" She went forward and intended to pick up the styling designer who had fallen to the floor. Actually, if she fell, it won't be serious. Only the posture of the styling designer was not very graceful.

Two of the buttons on her chest had broken off, revealing her shiny skin...

The styling designer looked down at her collar, suddenly, her face became pale!

All at once.

"Miss James! You have gone too far!"

Screaming, she stood up in a hurry. Rip!

A rip!

Everyone present was shocked, Grace was, too! Being in a trance, the styling designer, hurriedly grabbed tight the coat and stared angrily at Grace.

"I am so sorry about it..."

"What's cops used for if "sorry" works?" the styling designer shouted angrily at Grace:

"Who do you think you are? You are just one of Mr. Shaw's mistresses!

For the past three years, Mr. Shaw has brought me many beautiful women to dress up. White? What was wrong with the white?

To tell you the truth, eight out of ten women that Mr. Shaw brought were wearing white dresses!

Who do you think you are? Are you an exception?

Mr. Shaw only loves Wallis Venus, so the rest of the women are her substitutes. You should be satisfied."

Boom!

She seemed to have been struck by lightning!

There were buzzing in her ears!

Her hands were shaking in the air, which originally stretched out to the styling designer, but slowly turned to reach for the white dress.

Her heart ached, she was crying with no tears, she was venting her anger in silence.

She thought she had been released from her sufferings and past, even if not, she had been numb under the countless tortures. However the fact turned out to be that the pain would last forever in her heart no matter how much she had got used to the tortures.¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶☐☐☐☐