Chapter 144
Grace glanced down. "Are you impotent? You can only do it once?"
Damn it! What did she mean?
I replied irritably, "You can try losing your shoe again."
As the words fell, her foot stretched out. Then, she opened her mouth wide, exclaiming, "Why does it look scarier than before?"
"Because I can do more than you imagine!"
I looked at her proudly. Muscular and charming, I felt naturally superior when facing any woman.
Grace struggled to swallow. "But your sudden erection is too abnormal. Shouldn't you be listless for a while after the outburst?"
"My talent, okay?"
I shrugged. "I always get more excited in the process."
Her gaze toward me became even more intense, and her breath slightly quickened. "Then, would you like to spend the night with me tonight?"
I wanted to, but I really couldn't.
Moreover, the more she wanted it, the less I could give it to her. I would keep her hanging for now.
"Not tonight!"
"Why?"
I said with authority, "Because you're not obedient."
"I'm not obedient? You asked me to wear innocent clothes, and I did. I'd do anything you asked me. Is there anyone more obedient than me?"
"Well, you are quite obedient, but now I just want to be a diligent and benevolent man. In the past, I had no choice, but now I just want to be a good!"
Grace laughed at my words. "What? You want to be a good man? You're a coward with desires but no courage!"
I said inwardly, 'Don't expose me, okay?'
I felt a bit embarrassed. "Just tired out. Let's have a steak to replenish!"
She licked her lips. "I just ate, and that's much more nutritious than steak."
Damn!
I felt my anger rising.
"I still have some cat food here. How about you..."
"Aren't you trying to be a good man? I shouldn't disobey your will."
Grace snorted, and I knew she wouldn't look for the shoe again.
We ate until 8:30 pm, and I paid the bill.
The street was lively. Grace naturally held my hand. Wearing a floral dress and a ponytail, she seemed to have truly become an innocent girl who was amazed by everything she saw.
Eating various snacks, I let her lead the way.
Passing by a flower shop, she secretly picked a yellow flower and tucked it behind her ear, a bit shyly asking me, "Am I pretty?"
"Quite pretty," I sincerely replied.
Honestly, tonight, I saw another version of her, who could be pure and seductive, her allure skyrocketing.
Finally, tired of walking, Grace bought two cups of coffee, took me to the seaside, found a secluded corner, and sat down. The salty sea breeze blew gently, indescribably comfortable.
Grace took off her shoes and put her fair feet into the sea, constantly splashing water.
Leaning on my shoulder, holding my hand firmly, innocent and carefree, she pointed to the yachts on the sea, the stars twinkling in the sky. "John, thank you."
"Shouldn't I be the one to say thank you?"
I whispered in her ear, "Thank you for looking for your shoe."
Grace rolled her eyes at me, then leaned back on my shoulder. "I haven't felt so relaxed for many years. Today is the most relaxed and happiest day I've had in years."
I stayed silent, listening quietly to her.
Everyone had their own story, but usually, people didn't talk about it.
Only at certain times, when touched by a particular emotion, would they speak out, and these stories were often filtered with either sadness or beauty.
"I didn't go to college, and my diploma was forged. I only went to high school. After graduating from high school, due to family reasons, I was forced to leave home. Do you want to know why?"
"Why?"
"Because of my scumbag stepfather!"
As Grace said this, her eyes were filled with deep resentment. "You know, since middle school, he had been constantly harassing me!"
I was shocked. "What did your mom say?"
She smiled bitterly, "She sacrificed me to protect her love! After high school, we moved to the county. Every night, I held a knife in my hand while sleeping. One time, he drunkenly kicked open my door, and I stabbed his arm. After that, he never dared to harass me again, but ironically, my mom cut off all ties with me.
"I wanted to study, but I didn't have money. So, at that time, I swore that I would make money, lots of money!"
Tears streamed down her face, and I felt uneasy.
These stories, though not familiar, were not unique.
Grace's experience was a bit similar to Kelsey's, but at least Kelsey didn't have a scumbag stepfather.
I sighed and hugged her shoulder, gently patting her back. "All right. It's all over now."
"You must be wondering why I turned into what I am now, right?"
Grace looked at me, her eyes full of sorrow. "I wanted to work hard on my own, but in this era, without a diploma and a solid family background, it's challenging for me to live.
"I used to work as a waitress in a restaurant, and I worked hard there. In return, however, the boss let me become his mistress. I begged him to let me join the business, but he looked at me with disdain and ignored me.
"I was indignant, so after leaving the restaurant, I sold insurance, where I met more people. Those female colleagues would sleep with clients and even their colleagues for a deal, which completely subverted my values."
"So, you adapted yourself to it?"
"Yes, I got adapted to it, but I was smarter than them. I never put myself in danger. They could take advantage of me, even touch me, but I would never let them have me, as what you can't get is the best."
"And me? What about me?" I couldn't help but ask.
"You're different!"
"How am I different?"
Grace smiled, "You're young, handsome, strong, and capable, with a good temper. Being with you gives me a sense of security."
"Then why did you mess with Philip?"
She shrugged. "They're just like my lapdogs. I give them a few bones, and they'll wag their tails."
"What about the deal for three nights?"
Grace burst into laughter. "I knew you would ask that."
"Is it that funny?"
"Of course it's funny!"
She laughed for a while and said, "See, even you think so. What would others think?"
"How would I know what others think?"
"Alright. You stingy man."
She lightly pinched my chin and explained, "The deal for three nights was indeed spread by me, but I look down on those people. The workplace is cruel, and the quickest way to get ahead is to use your own characteristics. My characteristics are my body and beauty. Whether it's clients or colleagues, they all like them."
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