Steal my heart novel (Grace James and Caden Shaw)
Chapter 82 Attitude Changed

Though Grace was annoyed, she was quite aware that what Cayne said was right.

She lowered her head, but Cayne still remained patient.

After a while, Grace raised her head, "I have one more request. You can force me with violence. Or I can't even have a choice. You should know that, Mr. Filocci." "No problem."

Cayne agreed without hesitation, 'Fool, no violence doesn't mean that I can't go tough.'

His action was much faster than her.

Grace looked at Cayne with doubt. She felt it weird as he agreed without hesitation. But she couldn't figure out any flaw of their conversation.

"I am hungry."

"Come in." Grace opened the door of her dorm. As usual, she started to cook in the kitchen.

And then she served a bowl of noodles for Cayne. Then he finished the food soon.

Cayne took out a piece of handkerchief to wipe his lips gently. The two hadn't talked even a single word since they came in, but it seemed somehow quite harmonious. However, Grace started to get alert.

She kept silent, staring at Cayne and kept a distance away from him.

Suddenly, Cayne stood up, tilted to watch the alert woman, "Aren't you not going to see me out of your door."

"No, Mr. Cayne, please close the door when you leave."

"Well, I think the job you served should require you to see your guest out, right? Or do you think it is not your duty since it is off work time? So i am not your guest?" "Then I am afraid that I need to meet you in the Royal Club."

Another threat.

Grace gritted her teeth out of anger, "You are right, Mr. Cayne, though it is off duty time, I still have to serve you as my honorable guest. Let me see you out, Mr. Cayne."

Grace stepped forward as she spoke, but she kept her eyes on this man alertly. He was really a freak who was addicted to suck her wound and even sprinkle salt on it, and he even called his eccentricity "cure".

"Relax, Mr. Grace, I promise you I am really tired tonight and I won't touch your wound on your forehead."

Grace still remained vigilant, but Cayne said sincerely, "I am a man of my word. I won't lie to you."

Grace stared at his attractive face, but she could only notice his sincerity without any cunning. She breathed a sigh of relief, "Then, see...you..." Suddenly, Grace's face darkened!

"You just said..."

"I just said I would not touch the wound on your forehead today."

"Yeah, that's it."

Grace touched her forehand and glared at this man.

How could he go back on his words!

"Wow, you even believe that I will keep my words? You are so stupid. Can't you notice the reason I get close to you?"

Cayne behooved his lie.

Grace was a bit irritated, and she had the urge to slap his face.

"Alright," suddenly, Cayne reached out his hand and patted on Grace's forehead gently, "It is getting late now. Have a nice sleep, good night." Then he left casually.

Cayne was overwhelmed with joy.

That woman was a bit livelier.

No one could image that Cayne felt like meeting a breathed walking dead when he saw her for the first time.

In the few more days later, Grace still felt annoyed when she saw that man appear in front of the door of her dorm.

Cayne kept trying and kept failing, but he still insisted.

Without noticing her own change, Grace started to be a bit less sensitive about her wound.

It seemed that she did not feel that pain as before when Cayne kissed on her wound.

Though the physical hurt could still be sensed.

But Grace could endure such a pain by gritting hard. Even if Cayne sprinkled salt on her wound, she could still bear it and glared at him with anger.

"Hahaha, Miss Grace, you looked like a dope. How could you even believe such a trick?"

Grace gasped for air, and she glared at Cayne with her eyes wide open, "You made yourself covered with blood and you told me you were assassinated by someone. And you lay in front of my door like that. I think everyone would fall into your trap!"

"And who else would do such a trick except you?"

She couldn't even believe that this man named Cayne would do so much ado to play such a trick so as to get close to her.

And he even fully prepared for such a trick.

"Come on, you are too stupid and it is not my fault," Cayne dusted himself and stood up, "I am hungry, serve me noodles." Grace rushed into the kitchen and added two more spoon of chili into noodles.

"Damn! Do you want to kill me with that chili?"

"I am so sorry, Mr. Cayne. I might add the wrong ingredient and it might be two spoonful of chili. I am sorry."

Cayne squinted at Grace, and then he still finished all noodles under the gaze of Grace, with sweat all over his forehead.

"Well, I finish them all. I am leaving." He dropped the tableware and strode forward the door.

Looking at the empty bowl in surprise, Grace felt her heart seemed to fluctuate a bit.

"Why..." She could tell that it was impossible for Cayne to finish such spicy noodles, but he still ate them all.

But she buried the doubt in her heart.

There were only two days left before the final dilemma. Grace handed all the checks Cayne gave her those days on the desk of Gloria.

Each of those checks' denomination was five hundred thousand dollars and it was five checks in totally. Plus with those checks Grace handed her before that, it had reached the amount of 3.5 million dollars. "Grace, did you...did Cayne have sex with you..."

"No, Gloria, none of your guesses happened," Grace interrupted and she continued, "There was only two days left. Though Mr. Cayne provides me five hundred thousand each day, I still got five hundred thousand dollars' debt left. Do I have another choice?"

Gloria was stunned as she heard Cayne provided her five hundred thousand dollars a day. What did that man do to her?

It was hard to believe that a bowl of noodles cooked by Grace would be worth five hundred thousand dollars.

Gloria squinted at the girl in front of her, "Grace, what kind of deal you two engaged in?"

Grace's heart skipped a beat. She raised her head as she knew that Gloria might have known about everything.

So Grace told her what happened during those days.

But it only made Gloria much more worried.

"This man named Cayne is having fun by playing with you. You are just his prey. Grace, do you have any idea what you are doing? Why don't you listen to my advice?"