My Devil Husband
Chapter 22 Let me sing you another song

When Grace arrived at Carl's house, the night was already very dark.

Fortunately, the lights were on in the villa, it meant that Carl was still awake.

She sorted out her thoughts and rang the doorbell.

The door of the villa was soon opened. Carl was dressed in a dark blue nylon pajamas with some messy hair and a lazy face standing at the door. Seeing Grace, his eyes were filled with surprise: "Grace? What are you doing here?"

'may I come in?" Grace looked up at him and asked.

"Yes, come in." He was startled, but pushed the door open to let her in.

The living room was dimly lit, all the furniture was neatly arranged, except for a few beer bottles scattered on the table. He was drinking again. Grace's eyes were drawn to the TV's large LCD screen.

A singing program from five years ago was being broadcast on the TV, and the guest on the program was Grace.

It was her first time on the show. She was wearing a short lavender skirt with a ponytail. She sang his favorite song, "City in the Sky", in an ethereal voice.

At this moment on the screen, Grace has finished singing the song and is holding the microphone and saying happily, "I want to give this song to the person I love the most. This is his favorite song. He said that he likes listening to me sing the most. I hope that in ten or twenty years, I can still stand on the stage and sing his favorite song for him..."

Looking at the sunny and happy little girl on TV, Grace's eyes turned red.

At that time, Grace's voice was sweet and crisp, and her eyes were full of smiles, which was really enviable.

Unfortunately, as happy as she used to be, she was now as embarrassed as she was.

She turned to look at Carl and said with a bitter smile, "Carl, what are you watching this for?"

"It's a rerun, it jumped out by itself." He said lightly, then picked up the remote control and turned the TV off.

"Let me sing the song "City in the Sky", to you again." Grace smiled, suddenly turned on the accompaniment with her mobile phone, squinting, "I haven't sung for a long time, but I really want to sing today."

This song was at the top of her music collection, but for five years, she never dared to listen to this song, because every time she did, she would burst into tears.

Now when she heared this familiar melody again, she still felt deeply hurt.

But she still smiled and sang the lyrics she knew by heart in a hoarse and awful voice.

"Who is in the distant night sky, waiting for a shooting star to fly by, to see whose road it lights up. Who walks into whose dreams, who paints the rainbow on the sky with a bright smile..."

At that moment, the heavenly music on TV seemed extremely harsh to her ears.

She felt quite ridiculous, too, but she still tried her best to sing until tears flowed down her face.

"All right, stop singing." Carl on the side couldn't stand it any longer, so he rushed forward and turned off the accompaniment with the phone in her hand.

"Why? Do you think I sing badly?" She laughed wryly.

"If you have a bad voice, so take care of it." He said softly, "Don't force yourself."

Hearing his words, Grace laughed sarcastically. "Carl, do you know how my voice was destroyed? I was caught by the neck and had scalding hot water poured down my throat, burning my vocal cords until they rotted. I couldn't even speak for a long time. Do you know how painful I was? I once wanted to die in the mental hospital, which would have been a cleaner death."

"So?" Carl narrowed his eyes, as deep as ancient wells, and a trace of pain flashed in the bottom of his eyes, but his tone was still cold.

"So I want to know if you did these things." Grace squeezed the photo in her hand and stared at him with burning eyes. "I know you hate me, but I thought, maybe you wouldn't be so cruel..."

"Didn't you already think it was me?" He interrupted her and asked back.

"I want you to tell me yourself." She said.

His gaze fell on her impartially, but it was too deep for her to see through.

She thought that this time, she could wait for Carl's different answers, but she was wrong after all.

Carl stared at her with a cool gaze and sneered, "Well, I did them."

"What?" Grace could hardly believe her ears.

But he laughed sarcastically: "Grace, what are you expecting? You don't think anyone could do it to you under my nose, do you?"

Saying that, he slowly approached her, reached out to cup her sharp chin and smiled evilly,, "No one else has this ability, and I will not give others this opportunity. Grace, I told you long ago that I would torture you myself, make you go deep into hell, and make your life worse than death." "You bastard!" Grace stared at him, biting her lips and trembling all over.

Yes, Boss Carl was extremely powerful. Without his permission, who dared to treat her like that under his nose?

She was still too naive after all.

"Yes, I am an asshole, but Grace, why do you come to me in the middle of the night?" His slender fingers slowly slid along her sexy collarbone, and said with a wicked face. "You don't still have feelings for me and miss my lingering warmth, do you?"

"If so, I can make it work for you. After all, you know, I have always had no resistance to your body."

With this, his big hands slowly removed her clothes.

"Get out of here!" With a loud roar, Grace pushed him away with all her strength.

"Why? Is it angry from embarrassment?" He stared at her with a smile and obvious mockery in his eyes. "Grace, admit it, even if you are going to marry Mason, you still can't forget me."

"Bah!" Grace covered her chest and smashed Stella's photo on his face with a sneer: "Carl, I should have known long ago that you and Stella are just wretchedly incompetent. I am really crazy to come to you tonight!"

As soon as her words end, she quickly turned around and stumbled away.

She was afraid that one second later, her tears would flow down without a fight.

She covered her broken heart and felt her whole body being torn apart.

She hated him for being cold and cruel, but she hated herself even more for not being able to forget him.

At this time, she actually still had expectations for him. She felt sad and shameful for herself.

But what she didn't know was that at this moment in the villa, Carl slowly picked up the photo on the ground and looked at the blurred Stella in the photo. He squeezed his hands into fists, his thin lips were tightly twisted, and his pretty eyes suddenly became cold.