I've Been There Before (Grace and Caden)

The familiar body temperature, familiar smell, familiar... fear, came all over his mind!

Trembling, fear and shock came out of her closed eyelids, and even her soft lips trembled.

This tremor, passed to the man behind him. There was a trace of love, a trace of loneliness, and a trace of regret... Henceforth will he never let this woman down again!

No longer did he want this woman to be afraid... It was his fault if he failed to protect her.

Strong arms wrapped around her from behind, who lay on the chair. His lips became gentler. Those arms seemed to have burst out with strength that he wanted to protect the woman in the arms. He knew he was fearful, but if she didn't push him away, how could he not be greedy for the smell of her now?

Carol blinked... Who was this man out of the blue?

She was is a maze, but she had forgotten that the two guys behind her also watched them with curiosity.

"Hey, is that man your master?"

Ladd looked at the little girl beside him like an idiot?

"Are you gangsters? I think you are from the underworld."

Carol chattered, but she was afraid to speak out loud, for fear that her voice would disturb the couple under the eaves.

Ladd was impatient, "What underworld, do I look like a bad guy?"

And with the idiot look, he mercilessly looked at the girl around.

All of a sudden!

The sound of clear slap sounded in this beautiful wind and sun in the fragrance of flowers.

Ladd quickly looked up and followed the sound, his heart suddenly was intense.

"Boss..."

He looked at the man under the eaves who had been hit on the face. The man lowered his head, and the slap was evidently a great blow. His long fore-hair drooped and cast a shadow on his eyes... Ladd got serious, "Boss..."

He tried to move forward, but as soon as he lifted his foot, the tall man under the eaves waved him off.

Ladd could only wait anxiously in the lobby, nervously looking at the couple, praying... 'Boss, you couldn't make a mess at this time, don't be so hot-tempered.'

The man slowly raised his head, and the woman on the couch had risen hastily, clutching the thin blanket that covered her, and looking nervously at herself. He could see fear clearly in her eyes that she was panic. His heart hurt as if being pricked by needles.

He tried to embrace her, and just as he started to move toward her, the woman looked stern. "Don't come over!"

"Grace..."

"I told you not to come here!" She screamed and there was terror in her eyes. That was the fear in her bones. "Don't be afraid."

Don't be afraid?

He told her "Don't be afraid"?

Why did he ask her not to be afraid?

"Grace, don't be afraid..." Don't be afraid of me...

He tried to say "Don't be afraid of me," but he did not speak it completely as if there was a lump in his throat. Why would he say 'Don't be afraid' to his woman?

The woman just stood there, looking at him with a guarded mind, as if he were a wicked bastard.

Why... the moment she saw him, the pain in her heart was creeping up again.

The atmosphere was so dull that it made her hard to breathe.

"Caden! Go back!" She turned to him and said desperately, "Why do you have to look for me?"

"Grace, let me take you home. Come with me."

He took another step forward.

She stepped back to the edge of the steps, and screamed in horror, and fell uncontrollably down.

The man's face changed. He stepped forward and quickly caught her.

"How are you? Let me see, let me see where it hurts?" He was a bit clumsy and wanted to check where did she get hurt.

Slap!

Another slap!

He looked at the hand she had thrown away, and the back of it was red.

"Go away! Go away!"

Her mind was in turmoil... "Go away!"

"Grace, calm down, calm down..."

Calm down?

He told her to calm down?

Yes, yes!

She should calm down. She should deal with him calmly!

She couldn't be afraid.

"Mr. Shaw," After a while, she controlled her deepest fear and tried to normalize her.

"We don't have any rooms available."

"I'm not staying here. I've come to take you home."

"I'm not going home." She said, forcing herself to raise her head. In spite of her great fear of the man before her, she still looked at him in the eye, "Mr. Shaw, I'm not coming with you. This is my home. I'm here for the rest of my life. If Mr. Shaw is not staying here, please leave here."

She was still scared... After all, her gaze was a bit trembling.

"Grace, stop messing up... Okay? Let's go home. There is one thing I want to tell you. I..." Love you...

"I am messing up? Who the hell is messing up? Mr. Shaw, you're the big boss earning much money, and I'm the normal man who runs an inn on Erhai Lake. Go home? What is home?"

She could have been more rational and calmer, and she knew she should have been more rational and calmer and colder, just like she treated Kern... If she didn't love him, don't give him any opportunity.

What the hell was going on!!

Countless ideas came out of her mind, but she couldn't grasp one.

And she was stung by those thoughts!

It was as if her life had been a joke!

She took a few steps, grasped the tea set on the tea table, then throw them to him, "Get out of here, Caden! I'm not going with you! This is my home! I swear I'll never leave this place in my life! Get out of here! Get out of the Memory Inn! The last person to be in this place is you!" Cups, kettles, trays, she threw all the staffs at him.

The hot tea spilled out!

She blinked her eyes, winking back the tears in her eyes... If a person just lived for someone, then that was the biggest joke.

This was where she hated herself most.

For Leona, in order to fulfill Leona's dream, she felt she was alive.

She was a person who ought to be dead!

But, three years had passed. Why did she feel painful again when he appeared?

Could it be that her life would be alive only because of Caden?

How ironic!

"Get out! Get out of here!"

The man stood there, let her hit him, silently looking at her and looked at the floor strewn with debris. "You've smashed the glass, smashed the tray, smashed the kettle... Did you have fun?"

The woman was anxious "No! I won't be enough!" Then she continued to pick up things to hit him. Looking around the mess, then looked at the empty hand, she was in a daze... The next second, she squatted down, and cried. There was nothing left for her to hit. The man stood there, silently looking at the woman squatting on the ground whimpering, after a long time, he said deeply, "What do you want to hit me with? I would get that for you."0000