I've Been There Before

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..."

were cold... why did she keep

give up. Do you want Leon to take you away? Do you want to

"Leona..."

woman was

grew colder and colder, and his eyes were fixed on the tears

She was crying!

years

Leon, she

an impulse

at the line of tears in the corner of her eye and saw them fall down her face and into

Everything was annoying!

The pillow was annoying!

The sheets were annoying!

tears were

was trapped in a nightmare, an endless cycle without a way out. Although this was her nightmare, she was obsessed with

"Leona…"

ears, accompanied by Grace's suffocated pain, the voice was close at hand, "Leon!? Open your

as cold as ice, and she had mistaken him twice! On the same day, in

was awakened by the pain of suffocation, she realized that the person she least wanted

force of pinching her neck increased a little bit, and she suddenly opened her eyes wide, realizing that

difficulty in breathing now, and she remembered the terror of drowning half an hour earlier. Suddenly, Grace lay flat

at begging for mercy! Don't you cherish your life the most! Struggle!" He was

had given up struggle and waiting

you to struggle!" Did she want to die that much? No! She cared

crazy behavior was more like a child who got a toy and was losing temper unreasonably. Mr.

that by doing this, what he wanted was not Grace's "struggle" and "supplication," or even her "weakness," but her attitude — the attitude that she still had him in her heart, that he