Steal my heart novel (Grace James and Caden Shaw)
Chapter 170 The Three-Year-Torture Makes her Get Used to be Lowly

"Half an hour later, someone will help design the style for you."

With that, the door was closed again quietly.

Watching the closed door, Grace clenched her fists tightly... Why did she get to this point!

Why could he look so calm after all these things?

Why was she imprisoned in this gorgeous mansion!

Today, Gloria became the only way that she could contact the outside world.

She sat by the window dazedly, she had the view of half of the entire mansion. The two iron gates were opened, allowing the entrance of a business car.

She pushed the window open slightly, hearing the sound of the car engine, the brakes and the flameout. After that, it was the voice of the rigid butler saying "Follow me". Grace sat by the window and listened to all the sounds. The expressionless face of Sam the butler appeared in her mind again.

She suddenly stood up and ran out of the bedroom. Her fingers on the doorknob, and pulled open the door.

She ran all the way to the study room according to her memory... She panted heavily as she ran.

Bang!

The door was smashed to the wall:

"Caden Shaw, I am not going!"

The study room was immersed in smoke. The man sat on the chair and kept smoking when the door was knocked open. The loud noise made his cigar tremble a little, but soon, he looked as cold as usual. His dark eyes landed on the woman standing by the door. Seeing that she was panting heavily, he asked, "Did you run all the way here?" His voice was light.

"I'm not going!" She stared at him stubbornly, not answering his question, but emphasizing her intention.

"I am asking you, did you run all the way here?" His gaze was as sharp as the eagle, targeting on the woman. Grace didn't care about that at all, did it matter how she come here? Running or not, how was that important? The more important thing was...

"I said! I am not going!"

"I will ask you one last time, did you run all the way here?" His gaze got cold, staring straight into that woman.

With the floating smoke, this cold gaze was partly hidden and partly visible, flashing with fury.

The woman bit her lips. She felt the pressure emanated from the man behind the desk, which was so intense that she was almost suffocated.

Still, she was extremely stubborn, biting her lips tightly and standing at the door quietly. She did not intend to give in, thus, she stared into his eyes as well.

Her heart was pounding so fast that as though it was about to jump out of her chest. Her eyes reddened, but she insisted to be quiet and just kept staring at him. Subconsciously, she stepped back, the man was still the same as before... No, he was even more aggressive!

After stepping back, she suddenly realized something that made her want to knock on her own brain. Why was she so impulsive, why would she come to provoke him? She turned around and wanted to escape.

A hand grabbed her shoulder from behind firmly. The low voice unique to that man reached her ears, "Where are you going?"

She turned her head aside, and the meaning of that was obvious even without words.

The man laughed soundlessly, suddenly scooped Grace up in his arms, walking towards the bedroom.

At the door of the bedroom, the old butler had already brought a group of people here, waiting by the door. He was just about to push the door open.

"Sir..?" The old butler was the first one to see Caden. Though he was old, he was quite experienced. His gaze landed on the arms of Caden, and his eyes moved a bit with a sheen flashing across. "Um." Caden answered mildly, walking straight into the bedroom.

Without his order, nobody would be stupid enough to break in at a time like this. Naturally, nobody would decide for themselves to leave.

A crowd of people waited at the door of the bedroom, with the door open. No one dared to peek inside the room. Working in this circle, these people were all experienced and they knew what kind of people they could offend as well as the people they couldn't; they knew what kind of things they could do as well as the things they couldn't. They had a ruler in their hearts to measure.

Caden threw Grace onto the bed. Before the latter sat up, she felt the bed sank. She raised her head and saw the man sitting on the edge of the bed, one of his hands was holding her left leg up.

Her face turned pale, eyes looking outside of the door... So many people! Was he trying to...

Thinking of a certain possibility, Grace's face became pale. She stretched out her leg and wanted to kick the man.

All of a sudden, the grasp on her ankle exerted more force. The man turned around and glanced at her, the sign of warning was obvious in that look.

Grace's heart shrank, she clenched her teeth and pressed down the urge to kick.

Caden's long fingers grabbed her ankle, move her leg upward gradually... This action! Grace bit her lips harshly, as though all the blood was drained from her face!

'Caden, humiliate me however you want!'

With so many eyes watching outside... Grace felt like dying at this moment. Or, tearing everyone in front of her into pieces!

She closed her eyes directly!

However, those gazes, those humiliating gazes still lingered in her mind!

She was trembling all over.

"Please..." Three years in the prison, it had become her habit to beg for mercy. At this moment, she was about to beg again subconsciously, but before she could pronounce the word "Please" fully, she suddenly woke up in shock!

She grabbed the sheet beneath her stubbornly!

She had said that she wouldn't beg again, so she would beg no more!

Her body was still shuddering intensely. She knew that even though she could close her mouth not to beg and be able to control her heart not to feel lowly.

But this damned body!

But this damned body, the body that was carved with the words "lowly and degrading" three years in the prison! She realized shockingly that although she tried hard to persuade herself to "raise your head, do not be afraid, stick out your chest, it isn't a big deal."

Although she had persuaded herself countless times, this damned, worn-out body after three years in the prison had remembered how to beg, how to be lowly and how to be degrading. In this way, she could keep her body wholesome for a moment. Nevertheless, she could not control her body as the way she controlled her mind!

Just like a sweeping robot that would be activated once ran into obstacles!

She could no longer control this lowly body!

All she could do was to bit her lips as hard as she could, so that she wouldn't cry out and beg for mercy.

She closed her eyes tightly, allowing this man to raise her leg slowly in front of the gazes of so many people at the door.☐☐