Steal my heart novel (Grace James and Caden Shaw)
Chapter 276 Anger

"It was you?" Grace suppressed her anger as her gaze swept across the mess. Obviously, she was asking if it was caused by the person opposite her. "I'm sorry."

That person carefully apologized and his eyes filled with guilt.

But Grace wanted to laugh. The person behind the washing table used to be so arrogant that he would never admit his mistakes easily. Now, he actually admitted it immediately.

However, there was another kind of anger that came from the depths of her heart, which was faint and unclear.

She did not realize that her anger was not only at the mess.

She glanced coldly at him and took out her phone from her backpack.

"Humbert, it's me. When will you come?" she indifferently asked. A black shadow slanted towards her. The phone fell to the ground unexpectedly, which made her anger burned even more violently. She shouted at him.

"Caden! What are you doing on earth?!"

It was too difficult for her to treat him an eight-year-old child now.

Anger made her to temporarily lose her rationality. She only wanted to vent all of her anger on this guy!

"Grace, why did you call Humbert?" he asked her angrily and straightforwardly.

Grace looked up and was drown into the clear eyes. She was shocked by the anger and despair in his eyes, "You..."

His eyes immediately turned red, as if it wasn't him who caused trouble, but her.

"Why did you call Humbert?"

He asked her again.

Grace discovered that under that clean and innocent gaze, she was unable to answer his question directly.

"You should have followed Humbert to where you should have gone." She turned her head and tightly clenched her palms.

After a long while, no sound came.

The man didn't say anything.

Grace was suspicious, and just as she turned her head, he looked so poor.

"Caden won't make Grace angry anymore. Grace, don't drive Caden away." The small voice included weakness and pleading. She could feel his uneasiness. "Is that OK?" he whispered.

Was that OK?

He was so careful. She gritted her teeth.

Almost, almost be soft-hearted again.

She glared fiercely at him!

She cursed in her heart.

"Caden, you should return to your own life, which I shouldn't be in." She didn't want to know if he would be able to understand these words and feel her determination now.

She was like bullying a mentally retarded patient.

But she must warn herself again and again, "Don't be soft-hearted. Don't be soft-hearted!"

The jackal and tiger in his heart were just dozing off. They will wake up sooner or later.

"Caden won't do that again..." he whispered.

"Grace will be hungry. Caden wants to send you lunch. But Caden is stupid..."

Hiss!

It was like a sharp blade that pierced through her heart. He... She scanned the mess on the floor... He just wanted to send her lunch?

No, no, she couldn't be soft-hearted. She shouldn't be soft-hearted!

She could be gentle with anyone, but not him.

Tick tick tick...

Strange sounds echoed in the living room, which were like the sounds of water falling to the ground.

She was sure that the tap had already been turned off.

The voice seemed to come from...

She stared at him.

"What are you hiding?" Her eyes were sharp like blades. Only then did she notice that his hands were always behind his back. "Nothing."

"Give me your hands."

She took a step forward, and he immediately retreated, avoiding her touch.

There was crimson blood on the ground where he had been standing, which made her heart ached in the meanwhile.

She suddenly got close to him, "Take out your hand. Let me check."

He retreated still.

There was water on the ground. She was too anxious and forgot that she was a cripple now. She walked too quickly and slipped, "Oh!" She didn't feel any pain. A muscular arm was on her waist and tightly held her. "Grace, you are fine. Caden is here. Don't be afraid."

When she looked up, she could only see the worry and fear in his eyes, as if it was him who had fallen.

She didn't forget what she needed to do. Before she could stand firmly, she quickly grabbed the hand on her waist... It was full of blood.

With a single glance, she caught the wounds on his palm and fingers. She was angry. "Don't move," she shouted in a deep voice, with a trace of anger that she had not noticed. Then she walked towards the corner of the living room anxiously.

But she noticed that something was amiss. She turned her head and he was followed closely behind. "Didn't I tell you to stand there? Why move randomly?" "It's slippery..."

Her expression froze. Her eyes flickered slightly and she turned cool again.

"You've caused a lot of mess. What other troubles do you still want to cause?" She pretended to be extremely mean.

He immediately compromised, "Caden won't move. Caden will stand here."

She walked to the cabinet and took the first aid kit. She sat down on the sofa and said coldly to the man standing there, who didn't dare to move at all. "What are you standing there for?"

He was dumbfounded and felt wronged, "Grace said Caden couldn't move."

She was surprised. It was very difficult for her to keep cool any longer.

"Come here." He felt that he had done something wrong and walked towards her uneasily. She pointed to the sofa beside her, "Sit here."

He immediately ran to her side happily and sat down obediently.

"Stretch out your hand."

She had already opened the first aid kit.

He was also obedient. She wiped and disinfected the wounds, then bandaged his hand with the white gauze. He didn't make any move until her finished.

"How was it caused?" She closed the first aid kit and asked.

"I broke a bowl and wanted to pick the pieces up..." He looked at her poorly.

She sighed in her heart, "Then it cut your hand?"

"Yes." He nodded cautiously.

"Why did you hide it?"

She asked again.

"Grace will think Caden is clumsy."

She was stunned again. It was actually for such a ridiculous reason.

Her anger gradually dissipated.¶¶¶¶¶¶¶