Filed To Story: The Scarlet Vengeance: Justice of a Framed Beauty Novel (Grace & Jason)
He had always achieved his goals by hook or by crook. He never thought there was anything wrong with his approach to things, but often in the face of Grace’s trusting eyes, he would be left. with a heavy heart. Even breathing would become increasingly difficult.
“Don’t blame it on me, Grace,” he said these five words silently as he clenched the little silver bracelet tightly in his palm…
“Were you brought here by bad guys? Then I’ll get you out of here before they catch you again.”
‘This childish voice sounds like my voice when I was a child… No, it is my voice.”
The little girl who looked eight or nine years old was wearing a floral dress and was obviously her when she was a child!
“What if the bad guys catch you too?” It was a little boy’s voice, but she could not see his face.
“No, they won’t!” the little girl retorted at once.
The little boy just looked at her thoughtfully without speaking a word.
After a while, the little girl muttered, “If I get caught too, at… At least we can keep each other company. I’m not afraid!”
The little girl held the little boy by the hand tightly. The pair of silver bracelets on her slim, fair wrist were particularly conspicuous.
The little girl and the little boy ran on the rugged hill road. The little. boy was usually well-pampered. Even if he had great motor skills, he had never experienced a situation like this.
The little girl led the way while tightly holding hands.
Suddenly, the boy slipped and began to fall down the hill. Due to inertia, the girl followed suit until her body was stuck in a small branch that grew out of the side of the hill. That stopped them from falling.
The little girl’s left hand was still holding the boy’s hand tightly. The boy’s feet desperately wanted to step on the hillside so that his body did not have to hang in the air, but the slope was so steep that his feet could hardly stand on it.
A look of fear came over the boy’s face, then the fear grew stronger and stronger as he feared that the little girl holding his hand would abandon him.
If she let go, she could easily climb back up the hill, while he would fall to the bottom.
Being born in the Hart familyHart family, he had received elite. education since childhood, and his father had never been afraid to tell him the dark side of human nature. Therefore, he knew that many people would sacrifice the lives of others for their own.
Besides, he and she were strangers to each other. Even if she wanted to let go of his hand and abandon him, it was only…
Normal.
It was just that he was scared. He was really scared. He was scared that she would throw him off the hill. He did not want to die. He was afraid he was going to die like this.
“Hey, you…” the little girl said with difficulty.
The little boy looked up with fear in his eyes. Looking at the little. girl, he felt as though his whole body was turning cold. Would… Would she let go of his hand? Would she just throw him off like that?
“Hold on to my hand, or you’ll fall!” a childish voice said.
The voice was like a voice from heaven, flooding into the little boy’s ears. The little girl’s face was now red as she tried her best. The way bean-sized beads of sweat rolled down her cheeks was branded into the little boy’s heart like an imprint.
“Hurry… Hurry up. Hold on to me and don’t let go. I… I’ll take you up…” The little girl struggled to say as she moved with all her might, step by step toward the safety of the hill.
The little boy stared at the little girl, knowing that if she took him with her, she would probably fall off the hill too…
‘Why’s that? Why is she insisting on helping me? Why is she insisting on saving me?
“I… Don’t even know her name!’
“What’s… What’s your name? You can call me Bryn. My family calls me Bryn…” the little boy said in a mutter, suddenly wanting to know her name.
However, suddenly a protruding stone on which his foot had struggled to step on gave way, and at once, he slid downward.
“Ah!” The little boy’s scream was accompanied by the little girl’s cry for ‘Bryn’
“Bryn!” Grace suddenly opened her eyes and bounced out of bed. She felt as if she was drenched in a cold sweat. Her back and palms were covered with sweat.
As soon as Grace touched her forehead, she felt a layer of cold sweat. ‘What’s wrong with me? Did I have a nightmare? The hill in the dream was the hill near the town.
‘Also… Sceneries from the dream…’ She could not help biting her lip.
The sun shone brightly outside the window. It was sunny.
Grace looked at the time. It was almost 11 a.m., and she had slept.
for a long time. There was a note from Jason on the nightstand.
His handwriting was lanky and strong.
Grace read the note and knew that he had gone to the office early this morning to deal with the company’s business affairs that had accumulated over the days, but he would be back to have dinner with her.
Looking at the words on the note, Grace felt a warmth in her heart.
The feeling of anxiety over her dream earlier seemed to fade a little.
She took a change of clothes into the bathroom and took a shower.
As the warm water washed over her, she looked down at her left hand in a trance.
It was as if it was still holding the little boy’s hand tightly in the dream.
‘Bryn… Brien… Or Brian? Bryen?…’
After all, it was just only a matter of pronunciation.
However, of all the people she knew, the only one with this pronunciation in their name was… Brian!
Besides, the scene in the dream of the little boy and the little girl seemed to be vaguely related to the last dream she had.
The dream was also about a little girl and a little boy trying to run away from bad guys, and the little girl led the little boy along the hill.
She thought it was because Brian had said some strange things, so it made her think and dream about it.
However, what happened this time?
‘Why was the dream so clear?’ Although she could not see the little boy’s face in her dream, the things she experienced in her dream felt as if she had experienced them herself.
However, she had no recollection of such a thing ever happening.
If these dreams were related to what Brian had said… That could not be right. Brian never said anything about the events in her dreams.
Even if he did, it was between Stella and Brian. Why did she think the little girl was herself in the dream?
A string of doubts continued to circulate in Grace’s mind. Suddenly, her head ached again.
With the rushing water, the pain was so bad…
‘It hurts… What’s going on with me? Am I too tired? Or is it because of something else…”
On the other hand, Brian looked at Stella Lindsay as she walked toward him. With a self-deprecating chuckle, he stepped forward and asked, “Have you taken care of everything for your grandmother?”
“Yes, it’s all taken care of. My ex-husband called me and said he’s willing to divorce me. Thank you,” said Stella Lindsay.
“It’s nothing. If it’s what you want, of course, I’ll do it for you,”
Brian said lightly.
“That’s very kind of you, Bryn,” said Stella Lindsay.
New Book: Returned To Make Them Pay
On her wedding anniversary, Alicia is drugged and stumbles into the wrong room—straight into the arms of the powerful Caden Ward, a man rumored never to touch women. Their night of passion shocks even him, especially when he discovers she’s still a virgin after two years of marriage to Joshua Yates.
Why does Brian need to make Stella his girlfriend since he has no feelings for her? There is no rule that says he has to have a romantic relationship with her just because she saved him. He could just be a benefactor