Filed To Story: The Scarlet Vengeance: Justice of a Framed Beauty Novel (Grace & Jason)
“Hmm? What’s wrong, haven’t you had enough?” he asked dotingly as he gently pushed aside the hair on her cheek.
She shook her head. “Enough. That’s enough… I just want to eat…
Eat…”
“What do you want to eat? I’ll have someone buy it,” he said.
His eyes suddenly darkened. Did she know what it meant for her to look like this and say such things? For men, it was seduction.
“In that case, you mustn’t tell this to any other man except me, all right?” he said, feeling the desire in his body awakening at her words.
“I… Don’t want to eat anyone else. It’s just that Jay… Looks… Delicious,” she stuttered, her almond-shaped eyes fixed on his lips.
It felt really good when she kissed him just now. It was like eating something delicious, making her want to kiss him again…
Naturally, Grace put her lips on Jason’s and kissed him deeply.
She pried open his lips and teeth with the tip of her tongue, trying to kiss him more deeply. She was trying to ‘eat’ him more thoroughly.
On the other hand, Jason let out an almost desirous crooning from his throat, then opened his lips to allow the tip of her tongue to squeeze into his mouth.
The kiss was getting deeper and deeper. She was like a naughty child when drunk, kissing him while her hands were busy stirring up the fire in his body.
Jason felt like he was losing control.
Suddenly, he grabbed her hands and gasped as he said, “That’s… That’s enough… Grace.”
it went on like this, he might just have his way with her in the car.
Grace blinked like a small animal, naive confusion in her eyes.
‘Enough? Why do I think it’s not enough… Not nearly enough?
“I want him! I want him to always be there for me. It seems that with him around, I won’t have to be afraid!”
“Jay…” she mumbled, her hands running unsteadily over his cheek. Her drunken eyes were finally on his face after focusing for some time. “You’re… Hic… So good-looking,” she murmured, hiccuping in between.
Those delicate eyebrows and eyes looked as if they were painted. on by an artist. They looked surreal.
‘Is this man really my boyfriend? He’s… Even going to marry me?’
“I’ve seen photos of… Jennifer Atkinson. She’s beautiful… Your and her… Seemed to make a good couple. The news back then always said you… Were the golden couple…” she went on muttering, “Do… Do you love her… Why… Didn’t you look for the truth when… When she died…”
Her words made him stiffen.
Perhaps these words had been repressed in her mind when she was sober and only escaped her mouth now when she was drunk.
Jason’s eyes lowered gently. “The only person I love is you.”
He had never loved Jennifer Atkinson. He had chosen the woman.
to become his fiancée because the woman loved him enough, her family could help the Reed family, and she could produce a good heir for the Reed family.
At that time, he did not care about the so-called love and did not think that he would fall in love with anyone.
She tilted her head to one side as if she understood him. “Even if… You didn’t love her, she’s still your fiancée… You… You should’ve tried to find out the truth… How could you… Not investigate it… If you had investigated it, I wouldn’t have… Gone to prison… I wouldn’t have suffered so much…”
She choked with sobs as she spoke. Tears the size of beans.
poured out of her eyes.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry…” All he could do was apologize.
She threw herself into his arms and cried while he held her and patted her on the back. ‘Find out the truth?
‘How am I supposed to tell her that I’ve already found out the truth?’ He knew all the while that she had been wronged. A word from him would have spared her such a heavy fate.
However, of all things, he chose to sit on the sidelines.
Her tears were like brand marks, constantly branding his heart. and bringing him great pain.
When the car stopped in front of the main house of Reed Residence, Grace had already fallen asleep as she was tired of crying.
Jason got out of the car with Grace in his arms. He went to her bedroom and placed her gently on the bed.
He carefully took off her shoes and socks, then gently unbuttoned her clothes and helped her put on her pajamas.
The old scars on her body stung his eyes.
The scars were a constant reminder of his mistakes
“Forgive me, Grace. Forgive me no matter what, all right?”
However, he could only beg when she was asleep because he did not dare to say it in her presence.
When he was done changing her clothes, he covered her with a thin quilt and was about to get up when her fingers grabbed his sleeve. Then, her eyes drifted open. “I forgive you, Jay…
He was shocked. His deep eyes looked at her in surprise. “Did she know what she was saying?”
The corners of her lips were raised as if she were smiling, and her eyes were red from the crying earlier. It formed a strange contrast. “I… Don’t know why you’d ask me to forgive you, but I’ll forgive you. I’ll forgive you… Because… You’re Jay…”
Once she finished talking, she wearily closed her eyes and fell asleep again.
Jason stared blankly at her, then bent down and kissed her forehead.
“Yes, I’m Jason, your Jay…” he murmured. ‘Even if… You won’t forgive me, I won’t let you go!’
It was because she had become indispensable to him.
Grace woke up the next day with bursts of pain in her head.
‘That’s what happens when you drink too much!’ She could not help but close her eyes and rub her forehead.
“Do you have a bad headache?” A voice rang in her ears.
She immediately opened her eyes and saw that he was in the room too.
“It’s a little painful, but not much,” said Grace. In other words, the pain was tolerable.
“I asked the servants to prepare hangover soup. They’ll bring it over later. You can wash up first,” he said.
Grace nodded and was about to get out of bed when Jason. picked her up in his arms.
“Ah!” she screamed, “I… I can walk by myself.”
“You still have a headache. You might fall after a few steps,” he said. Then, he took her into the bathroom, got the bath ready, and squeezed the toothpaste for her.
Grace suddenly felt like a child.
“I was drunk yesterday. Did I do anything strange?” She had drunk a little too much, so her memory was a blur. She vaguely remembered a woman interrupting them when she was drinking.
Then… She seemed to have gotten into the car with him…
She had no memory of what she said or what happened to the strange woman.
“Do you wish you had done something strange?” Jason asked without answering.
Grace was rendered speechless. ‘All right, forget it.”
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