I've Been There Before

Meanwhile, at the 28th floor of the Royal Club, a woman had cleaned herself up in the washroom attached to the bedroom and stood in front of the mirror in a daze. She felt more perplexed regarding her future. Taking back Wei’ai was not part of her life plan and it had ruined everything in her life.

Yet she did not regret of her decision! Although grandpa was indeed biased sometimes when he pampered her, yet the fact that she was his granddaughter did not mean Payne James was not his grandson. Maybe what grandpa did was not enough to avert suspicion, yet she knew deep down, his strict and harsh appearance lied the care towards his grandchildren. Or else, Wei’ai would not be created. If it was true that grandpa only had fear and the suspicion that she would threaten the James family in the future, he could have followed the untold rule of the world of the rich---make her the bride of the intermarriage.

Grandpa had held her hands before he passed away and said to her, “Take good care of it.” Now that Wei’ai had once again being returned to her, she felt that the dark clouds before her eyes had dispersed, her dismay disappeared and she made a decision, though she might still fail grandpa when she did that.

She closed her eyes and a struggle look persisted when she opened them once more. She walked towards the exit of the washroom with difficulty. Although it was just a door in front of her, that door seemed to have separated two different worlds from each other and there was no turning back when she stepped out of it…No. When had she ever had the chance to turn back?

She extended her trembling hand and gripped the door handle. She took a deep breath and exerted some force, pulling the door open. She looked towards the bright floor lamp in front of the French windows subconsciously when she raised her head and as anticipated, that man was sitting languidly on the leather single couch while holding a book, reading quietly. He seemed to especially enjoy taking a book casually and read it on the couch when she was taking a bath. If she had not understood the grudge they held against each other and the fact that they had owed a person’s life too well, she would have had the absurd delusion that during every moment like this, he had sat on the couch and read silently, just to keep her company.

Yet…Grace mocked herself---Don’t be silly. The price of being naïve was being thrown into hell, and she had already been in hell now!

the James family back then when she borrowed 400 million from him. Her answer towards his question was obeying all his orders. Although she did not know what else she was left with, she had

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made you abased yourself, even the right to hate was a luxury! Yet you’re still pleading and flattering him at this moment like a pitiful dog! And was even abject enough to open your legs and ask him : Mister, I’ve cleaned myself. Do you have

woman on the bed was clasping the blanket. She gazed at the man on the couch and forced a smile, a flattering smile towards the lethargic man sitting on the couch. Yet she

on her face, and then slowly slid to her fingers which were clasping the blanket before her chest. His eyes moved

bed shuddered when she felt that the surrounding temperature had plummeted. Her fingers clasped the blanket until her fingertips went pale. She was so nervous that she did not dare to

she offended him. She told herself : Grace, just a little longer and it would be alright. It would be fine when you close your eyes. “President Shaw, I, I’ve cleaned myself up.” She spoke quickly the second time. “Don’t worry, I’ll

mixed into his voice under the light.

“…yes!”