I've Been There Before (Grace and Caden)

Franklin was in Yunnan.

He saw the woman.

He wanted to get close, but he couldn't move forward.

At night.

It was occasionally windy in Erhai Lake at night

Along the road opposite Memory Inn, there was always a car parked.

Sometimes it was a taxi, and sometimes it was a private car. There were different cars and license plate numbers. There must be the same person inside, Franklin.

He didn't dare to approach the lodgings.

Because she was there.

The wind tonight was very strong.

"Sir, we arrive." The driver was impatient. This was a strange customer. It was the third time he had received an order from this person.

Every time, the destination was the same.

Every time, he was silent all the way.

Every time he arrived at his destination, he would stare in one direction in a daze.

"Sir, if you want to stay, you can put up for the night now."

The driver urged.

He just didn't understand what these young people were thinking.

The man in the back seat said," What if I want to drink?"

The driver was stunned, "Do you ... lose your love?" Pointing to the lodgings outside the window, he said, "Does your girlfriend work in that lodging?" Was that why he always stared at that lodging in a daze? Franklin did not say anything, but the driver became sympathetic. He sighed, "You little youths don't cherish what you have. You'll regret it when you lose it."

The person in the back seat looked at Memory Inn and laughed at himself... Yes, he didn't cherish her when he had her.

That woman had ever trusted him with all her heart.

She also smiled at him.

At that time, if he hadn't harmed her so maliciously, would she continue being with him in such a daze for the rest of her life?

Even if she didn't love him, she would still be able to spend a lifetime.

Could it be that at this time, there was no longer any relationship between Caden and her.

If he hadn't acted so ruthlessly at that time, then... there wouldn't have been any room left!

There was no if...

In his entire life, he had been moved by a woman.

Someone told him that the woman had done such a thing, and the evidence was placed in front of him. He could not help but believe that she was self-depraved and extremely vicious. Was that Grace he knew?

He was shocked. After being shocked, he was angry. He was angry that she had lied to him and acted so beautifully in front of him!

He could not stand it as she was not the girl he liked. He was so furious that he took it out on her maliciously.

He inflicted all his malice on her.

Now that he thought about it, the one who was most unbearable was himself.

Afterwards, he was at a loss.

Thinking back to that time, what appeared in his mind was not the woman's embarrassment, but it faintly occurred to him... Even if she really did it, what was the point then?

He also felt that this idea was too ridiculous. Thinking of that kind of thing, and that she had even been in prison, Franklin could not take it as if nothing had happened.

He was struggling and swaying.

He lied to himself and said, "Isn't she just a bitch?"

As he said this, he paid close attention to her every moment.

Hypocrisy!

How hypocritical!

Franklin mocked himself.

"Young man, calm down." The driver looked at the person in the rear through the rearview mirror and hurriedly tried to persuade him.

Franklin looked up at the rearview mirror. In the rearview mirror, he revealed an ugly smile to the driver, "Let's go."

He didn't know!

"Where are you going?"

"Where is the liveliest place?"

"Now?" After pondering for a while, the driver laughed heroically, "The bar in Lijiang Ancient City. But it will take us two hours to drive. Do you want to go?" "Go! Why not?" Franklin also laughed, sarcastically.

"The fare..."

Just as the driver said those two words, a stack of bills was stuffed directly into his hand from behind him, "The liveliest bar."

The driver was surprised, "Alright! I'll bring you to the liveliest place!"

Tonight, it was much enough for a week's living expenses.

They went to Lijiang.

There were also small bars in Lijiang Ancient City, but it was basically eleven o'clock and they closed one after another. This was the rule in Lijiang Ancient City. Outside the ancient city, several large bars were still bustling with activity.

The later it was, the more beautiful the scenery was.

Different from the bars in the metropolis, the liveliness here, apart from the music from the machines, also added a bit of the peculiar style. As if they lived in an ancient city.

On the dance floor, there were crowds of people, young and old.

Frequent flickering lights pulled the dancing crowd out of the dance floor. They all danced crazily. They were as crazy as madmen. They waved their heads and turned their hips drunkenly. The long hair that the girls had carefully groomed, was either straight or curled. It had now become their crazy witness. They frantically danced.

Franklin drank cup after cup.

He drank as hurriedly as he missed the woman at the moment.

Only if he kept drinking could he feel better.

What he feared the most was total loss.

He couldn't see the hope.

Someone bumped into him.

Thousands of dollars foreign wine fell to the ground on the table, and the liquor was scattered everywhere.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

Franklin did not say anything. The manager of the bar happened to be at the side. He immediately scolded, "What are you doing? Go bow and apologize to the guest."

After the manager scolded coldly, he turned to Franklin and said, "I'm really sorry. This cleaner has just arrived at the bar and is clumsy. She broke your wine and we'll compensate you for another bottle." The money was actually deducted from the cleaner's salary for breaking the bottle. When the cleaner heard the manager's words, she immediately turned pale. However, she was forced by the manager's power and didn't dare to say anything else.

She hurriedly came over and bowed to Franklin to apologize.

"Wait a moment." Someone was firmly pressing on the cleaner's shoulder, and the cleaner trembled in fear.

She carefully looked up, but her heart beat unsteadily.

Franklin stared at the cleaner in front of him. The manager thought, "Don't tell me he has taken a fancy to such a cleaner?"

His taste was too "extraordinary".

""What is your name?"

"Kristina."

"Gra... Grace?" Franklin was shocked, "Grace?"

The manager stepped forward, "Sir, I'll have someone fetch you another bottle of wine..."

"Forget it. It's just a bottle of wine. I don't care if it is shatters. There's not much left," Franklin understood the rules and said indifferently. He knew that the cost would still be on this cleaner.

The manager of the bar was disgruntled. He stood at the side just now. This person came alone and ordered several bottles of good wine. The total price was 50,000. He was considered a big guest among the casual customers tonight. Naturally, as the manager, he needed to come over to take a look. Therefore, he could clearly see if the bottle of wine that had just been shattered didn't have much left. The man didn't open it at all.

"Grace... Grace... Why are you in the bar?" Franklin completely ignored the manager and he didn't know if he was really drunk or what.

He only stared at the trembling little cleaner.

"I, I'm short of money. I was earning money."

Franklin's heart ached. He hurriedly took out his cheque book and said, "Pen, do you have a pen?"

The manager hurriedly handed it over, "Yes."

He didn't care. He took the pen and quickly filled in a string of numbers on the cheque book. He signed his name and hurriedly stuffed it to the cleaner.

"Grace, don't do it. Don't do it in this place. I'll give you money."

As he spoke hurriedly, the manager of the bar swept over it and was shocked!

One million!

One million!

Did he just give it to a little cleaner he just met?

The guest must get drunk, or he was stupid.

No matter how generous a guest was, he wouldn't give a cleaner so much money.

As a bar manager, he naturally knew that it was best for her not to take this money. Who would know if he was drunk?

"Sir, you're drunk. Hurry up and take the money."

"I'm not drunk," Franklin frowned slightly and stated, "I'm not drunk. Her name is Grace. She works as a cleaner in the entertainment club because she lacks money." He hurriedly stuffed the check to the trembling cleaner. "She's short of money, I'm rich. I'll give it to her. I'll give it to her." He opened his eyes. There were traces of drunkenness in his eyes, but at this moment, they were exceptionally bright. He stared at the cleaner called Kristina seriously, "Stop working in this kind of place."

After saying that, regardless of whether there was any wine unopened on the table, he staggered out of the bar in a hurry and in a sorry state.

He just ran and staggered along.

He ran into the dark alley.

The breeze blew, and he was thinly dressed, causing him to shiver coldly.

Suddenly, he slid down the wall behind him and squatted in a corner with patches of moss growing on it. He slowly raised his hands and covered half of his face. There was a trace of sorrow.

Silent sorrow, silent endurance and silent self-deception.

"It's good to be drunk," he murmured softly.

"Sir, you're here." A sweet girl chased after him.

"What are you running for? You're running so fast." The woman's voice carried a trace of gasping.

Franklin gently wiped his face. Through his fingers, a woman with an excellent figure stepped on ten-inch high heels. He saw a perfect buttocks dress and the round buttocks.

Franklin did not looked up, but still buried her head.

A fragrant breeze blew and she gently patted his shoulder. "Sir, do you want to do it?"

Franklin buried his head and did not move, "Do you work in the night club just now?"

"I'm not a hooker." The woman touched Franklin's ears with her lips and she seemed to blow on him, "How about going to my house?"

Franklin sneered silently. He looked up, "Do you always do it? Bring an unknown man home?"

"No, you're the first," the woman said slightly, "I'm good at beauty-appreciation. You are the first man to move me."

Seeing that Franklin was unmoved, the woman almost snuggled into his embrace, "Normally, men come to the bar for fun or abreaction.

Are you here for the latter? So what would it change even if you can't let go of your love? Love is always the same. A man loves a woman. A woman loves a man. Either you don't love her, or she doesn't love you. What else can you do if she doesn't love you? Does it have to be her?" The woman touched Franklin's clothes, and drew circles on Franklin's chest, "What can you do? If you can't let it go, you're the only one that suffers pain.

You will never be free from being trapped alone."

The woman was experienced.

It was true for Franklin.

Franklin closed his eyes and opened them again. He smiled with extreme pain. He smiled crazily and desperately, "Alright." He seemed to spit out two words in an extremely joyful and lively manner.

He stood up and covered the woman's round buttocks heavily with his big palm. He kneaded her with incomparable passion!

'She doesn't love you. You're the only one who's in pain.

She doesn't love you. Are you going to be trapped in the siege?

What could you do as she didn't love you?'

What could he do?

What could he do!

He laughed desperately. No one could hear his silent laughter!

Without her, he was still Franklin, the playboy in the game world.

Girlfriends were all over the world. He was the unintentionally rich third-generation playboy.

"Go to the hotel."

In the night breeze, Franklin's hoarse voice sounded emotionlessly.

In the end, he refused to go to this woman's place.

...

In the big room, there was an antique scent. This was the unique charm of Lijiang Ancient City.

The sound of the shower stopped abruptly.

The man wore a white towel around his waist. The droplet of water fell onto the wooden floor and fell onto the fur of an unknown animal. He walked to the bedside barefoot.

Suddenly, he bent down and pressed down his hands on the blanket, pushing the woman lying down on the bed who was originally sitting beside.

The woman was shocked, and then she was happy, "So passionate? You're really... wild."

Franklin remained silent, and there was no expression on him.

Without saying a word, he suddenly buried his head in the woman's neck. He crazily wriggled around the woman's smooth neck and naked chest.

"Slow down, it's too intense..." It was just a foreplay, and the woman panted.

It was red everywhere on her.

However, the man on her didn't want all of this.

He became more violent.

'Grace, without you, I am still me.

Without you, I am still Franklin.

It is not important. You were not that important. No!

Grace, it is ok without you. I am always Franklin!

Without you, I can be happy, have fun, and enjoy other women's soft bodies... It doesn't have to be you!

It doesn't have to be you!

It can be others.'

He became more and more urgent and violent.

"Be gentle... It hurts..." It was just a foreplay. Was this man so wild?

Suddenly!

Franklin suddenly pulled himself up and heavily pushed the woman on the bed, "Scram!"

"What are you...?" The woman looked extremely ugly, sweeping towards Franklin, "You can't be that bad, right?"

Any man who heard that would be very angry.

"Scram!" Franklin flipped through the checkbook in his clothes and found a pen in the shelf in the room, quickly filled in a string of numbers. He smashed a check on the bed, "Take it and scram!"

The woman was not short of money. She wanted to get angry. When she saw the amount, her anger dissipated. She wore her clothes. She took the check and left on high heels.

In the room.

Franklin looked terrible as he faced the window glass that was smashed by the raindrops. The night was the background. The person in this portrait revealed an arduous smile.

He laughed crazily and desperately.

It was despair.

He closed his eyes fiercely.0000☐☐☐☐☐☐☐