Chapter 490 – The Scarlet Vengeance: Justice of a Framed Beauty Novel (Grace & Jason)

Filed To Story: The Scarlet Vengeance: Justice of a Framed Beauty Novel (Grace & Jason)

“You were the one who brought me into your world for the first time, weren’t you? Isn’t it too late to ask me why it has to be you?” Her heart felt as if it had been hit hard. ‘Yes, all this wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t taken him back to my place back then!

‘I was the one who brought him into my world. Now he won’t let me when I want to withdraw!’

“Grace, you taught me what it’s like to love someone. Since you made me fall deeply in love with you, don’t you think your should be responsible for me?” he said as he stared at her.

“It’s not that I… never loved you, but we’ve broken up,” she said dryly.

She could not fall in love with anyone anymore.

He muttered, “Yeah, we’ve broken up. Breaking up with you is the thing I regret the most, so I won’t let myself regret it again.”

He wanted her to love him again and to love him so much that she could not leave him! Grace sat on the couch in her room at night and looked at the purple floral gown in her hands. The gown was torn from the neckline to one side of the sleeves. Even after mending, it would never be the same again.

Grace was a little upset seeing what was once a perfect gown. turning out like this. After all, it was something that Bryn gave her. Even if Brian did not know it was her and even if Brian did not mean to give her the gown, it was like a series of coincidences. that made all the promises they made when they were little come true. Biting her lip a little, Grace got up and went to a nearby cupboard where she took out a sewing box. an ancient but delicate thimble. Although some of the silk thread inside had faded, they were still sturdy and would not break in one pull.

“Was this sewing box left by someone who lived in the room. before? It’s probably a woman because the thimble is about the same size as my finger.

However, Grace was not used to wearing a thimble, especially. since her knuckles were slightly deformed. It only added to the inconvenience.

Grace took a small ball of purple thread, took another needle, and began to mend the gown. Although the gown was torn and could no longer be worn, it was still a childhood promise and a gift.

She did not want to let the gown stay forn. Stitch by stitch, Grace carefully fixed it.

She would carefully think about every stitch as if she was mending their childhood. promise. Just then, the door was pushed open and Jason walked in. His. deep eyes instantly narrowed when he saw the gown she was mending.

“What’s the matter? Didn’t you say you don’t love Brian? Why would you mend the gown he gave you?” he asked with obvious jealousy in his voice, She had also mended his clothes under the lights back in the small rental house.

Now, she was mending the gown Brian gave her. ‘What is she thinking? Is she thinking of Brian?’ He felt a pang in his chest. at the thought of it. It was as if something was stuck.

“It’s just a gown,” replied Grace.

“I won’t even tolerate a gown.”

He bent down and stared at her.

“Grace, you and Brian are not meant to be. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have forgotten him for so many years and he would not have mistaken your cousin for you.”

Her expression changed slightly.

He smiled lightly and said, “Tell me, Brian keeps saying that he misses you, but he mistook you for someone else. How much does he really miss you, then? He can give the gown today and another gown to Stella another day, no?” to you There was something playful and sarcastic in his smile. It was as if he was telling her that the gown in her hand did not mean anything.

Grace lowered her eyes gently and looked quietly at the purple gown in her hands.

She went on with her mending without a word. The faint smile on the corner of his lips gradually disappeared.

“Stop,” he said. However, she seemed not to hear and just went on with what she was doing! His eyes darkened, and the jealousy within him grew stronger. It was as if all she could see was the gown… Or rather, all she could see was Brian!

“I told you to stop!” He snapped, and the next moment, het yanked the purple gown out of her hand.

“Ah!” Grace gave a low cry. The needle in her hand had stabbed into the index finger of her other hand. A flush of red blood instantly gushed out from the spot where she had been stabbed.

She had pricked herself hard, so the blood was flowing fast. In a few moments, a great deal of blood was gushing from her slender finger, and the red blood dripped down her fingertip to the dark floor. bleeding finger into his mouth and sucked the blood from her fingertip.

Grace froze, feeling nothing but warmth and dampness on her fingertip. The waves of heat enveloped her fingers and made them hotter and hotter.

She stared blankly at the man who was in front of her with. some astonishment.

He was kneeling before her with his eyes. lowered. His eyes were half concealed by the long and thick. fan-like lashes, and there was obvious worry on his face.

He was worried about her! Moments later, his thin lips slowly parted.

He looked at the finger he had just sucked. The blood was no longer gushing. out like earlier but was still oozing a little.

“Does it hurt?” he asked as he looked up at her. His long black. lashes were lifted as he looked up. Those dark, glittering eyes looked so beautiful.

She quickly came back to her senses.

“I’m fine.”

With that, she was going to withdraw her hand.

He did not let go of her hand.

“Don’t move, or the blood will gush out again.”

“It’s just a prick. It’s nothing,” she said.

“It may not mean much to you, but to me…” His words disappeared in his mouth and he did not go on.

The sight of her bleeding was like a stab in his heart.

He even  felt a sense of regret.

He caused her this wound. Jason lowered his head and looked at her fingertips.

“Don’t worry about the gown anymore, alright? Since it’s torn, let it be. Don’t mend it. Don’t make me angry, alright?” He spoke and pressed her fingertips to his lips, gently sucking the blood off her fingertips little by little.

Grace could feel the burn on her fingertip, but her heart seemed to be sinking.

“Jason, is it true that I can only do what you want? I can’t have my own ideas or concerns, nor make you angry? You keep saying you love me, but have you ever respected me?” said Grace.

He paused what he was doing and looked up at her. It seemed. as if all the emotions in his eyes had faded, and all that was left was darkness. After a long pause, he finally said, “Do you want me to respect you?” A cold voice rang in the room with a sense of cold loneliness.

She laughed at herself.

“I’m being stupid. You wouldn’t be keeping me here if you respected me.”

“I can respect you and satisfy everything you want. I’ll do whatever you want as long as you can love me and stop.

thinking about other men,” he murmured.

He had put himself in an inferior position by making such a statement. However, Grace only said lightly, “You’re only respecting me on the premise that I love you, and if I don’t, you’ll control my will, preference, and longing, won’t you?” His thin lips were pressed into a straight line, and his ever She met his eyes without fear or retreat… Perhaps, she had retreated enough and did not want to retreat anymore.

“Jason, if this is all your respect is, then I don’t need it.”

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