Why did it Remind Her of the Pain


    Ah... Reminded of it, how could she not feel the pain?


    If not painful, why spent half of the life on it?


    If not painful, which fool would take half of the life to gamble?


    And the reward was that she got his little attention?


    In the past three years, Grace had always forced herself to learn to ept the indifference and


    unkindness from the man, and to recognize the fact. That waspletely cruel. Even she had no


    chance to be a coward?


    So she desperately convinced herself, not to care about, or love, so that she could get rid of such a


    cruel world. Finally, she thought she didn''t care or love, but still didn''t escape from such a cruel world.


    In fact, she would still care about that.


    In fact, her heart would feel painful.


    In fact, the feeling of infatuation was always kept in her mind.


    She looked up at the ceiling, hoping that she lost her memory in a car ident, that just liked the plot


    of a novel, so that she could forget everything.


    If only such things would happen, it must be fully wonderful.


    Under the eyes of all the people in the room, there seemed to be something different about the woman,


    who was filled with grief.


    The styling designer was about to continue with a sarcastic, "You...", the woman took up the dress,


    “Get out.”


    The styling designer felt humiliated, “Miss James, do you think you are the mistress of that house? Do


    you have any right to order us?”


    “Get out.”


    Being humiliated and ridiculed by the styling designer, all thought that the woman would be


    embarrassed as before, but unexpectedly, Grace picked up the scissors from the table, "Click!”


    “What are you doing?” the styling designer shouted urgently!


    No one noticed that the woman''s hand was shaking, or she was trying to keep her body from shaking.


    Grace nced at her hands holding scissors and a dress, with a self-deprecating look... She knew that


    no matter what decision she made, no matter how sad and painful she felt in her heart, her body would


    feel extreme fear from those three years.


    No matter how straight her back was, her body, in those three years, had been branded of the


    baseness. So when she met something frightening, she would reflexively fear and tremble.


    Take a deep breath, and she gruffly said, “Get out. If you still need this job.”


    “You...”


    “And tell Sam not to y such stupid tricks any more.”


    “I don''t know what you''re talking about!” The face of the styling designer turned pale, providing an


    exnation for himself.


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    “Mr. Shaw likes pink, not white.” Grace used her gruff voice, saying faintly.


    “Ah?” The words of Grace was so puzzling that the styling designer did not get the point, but after a


    while, she suddenly understood it.


    Maybe it was inwardly guilty, or it was that the woman was not as easy a bully as she thought, or it was


    Grace that caught something weakness of her, so the styling designer dared not to say anything with a


    pale face.


    “Let’s go!” After a while, the styling designer said grimly.


    So Grace turned around and picked out a ck dress from the wardrobe, putting on the coat and high


    heels, she walked out of the bedroom.


    The first step, the second step, the third step...


    The first one, why did she stay awake all the time? Why not have an unconscious life without any cares


    and loves?


    The second one, was it love or hate? Or was it love and hate?


    The third one, from then on, to escape, or to stay? What was the choice? What was the choice for


    Grace? She still cared about it, but it was hard to ept.


    In fact, it was not that she didn’t love him, but the love brought too much pain, so she would like to


    remind herself every moment and every day: she didn''t care anymore.


    Why she met this damn styling designer today!


    Why the damn styling designer talked to her talkatively!


    Why the damn painful feeling was engraved on her heart, that was unforgettable!


    Caden, how should I face you?


    Caring about it, but it is difficult to ept such a “care”.


    Hate!


    She hates him, but hates herself even more!


    She only felt shamed that she loves a man in such a lowly way, but terribly, she could not refuse to be


    lowly. Grace, why don’t you go to hell? Then she closed her eyes and finally stood at the top of the


    stairs.