My Devil Husband
Chapter 25 A dream with him

"It's impossible for Carl to like Grace." Stella sneered and said confidently, "As long as Grace is the murderer of Caleb, he will not be able to forgive Grace for a single day. Not to mention that I have a way to keep Carl by my side." "Then you have to hurry up and drive Grace away from Mason as soon as possible. Mason can never marry her." Rose frowned and said, "After all..."

She spoke in a very low voice, Grace leaned forward and tried to hear her clearly.

In the next second, her wrist was grabbed vigorously.

She got a big fright and was dragged out of the private room before she realized what was happening.

The person who dragged her out was Carl.

She shook off Carl's hand and said with confusion on her face, "Carl, why are you here?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Carl looked at her with half-lidded eyes and sneered, "You don't accompany Ryan but come here to eavesdrop on others?" "Are you following me?" She raised her eyebrows at him.

"It's just a coincidence." He said.

"Is it?" However, she laughed, stared at him and asked, "Then why did you save me three months ago?"

He was stunned and was about to speak when Grace snorted coldly, "Carl, don't try to lie to me. I heard the conversation between Stella and Rose just now."

"I didn't mean to lie to you." He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, standing under the light and shadow and exhaled a cigarette ring slowly. He said in a hoarse voice, "I saved you, only because I didn't want you to die in the hands of others. As I said, I have to avenge Caleb myself."

"Ha ha." The answer was as expected, but somehow, her heart ached a little.

He looked at her through the thick smoke and said softly, "Grace, Mason's wife, is not that easy to be. If you continue like this, you will will have to die one day."

After he finished these words, he turned around and walked back to the seat.

Grace was in a trance for a long time. When she turned around, she saw him sitting where she has just sat, pouring a glass of her white wine and sipping it slowly and methodically. She was stunned, but got up, walked to the opposite side of him and sat down.

He was silent and she did not speak, so she took the glass and poured herself with wine one by one.

Ten years ago, she was a little girl who would frown at the smell of alcohol. Ten years later, she developed a good capacity for alcohol and slowly fell in love with the taste of alcohol. But in front of him, she still got drunk easily.

The sky was turning, the earth was turning, and the man in front of her was also turning.

Grace held the wine bottle in her arms and held the man in front of her, rambling and talking a lot.

The man narrowed his tipsy eyes and stared at the chatty woman in front of him. Suddenly he bent down, carried her on his shoulder and quickly walked out of the winery.

"Carl, let go of me. Where are you taking me to?" Grace asked, slapping him on the back.

He didn't say anything, carried her to the door of the hotel, took her bag and rummaged for the room card.

But he couldn't find it after searching for a long time. Grace became dishonest. Her whole body rode onto him, patting him on the back and shouting, "I want to ride a horse... go... go..." Her strange behavior and harsh voice immediately attracted the attention of many people.

Carl's handsome face clouded over and she was pulled down from his back. He put his hand over her mouth and dragged her into his room.

That night, Grace had a very sweet dream.

In the dream, Carl threw her tenderly onto the bed, stroked her gently, and removed her clothes slowly. He became one with her with unparalleled tenderness.

Tonight, Carl called her name and satisfied her over and over again with the tenderness that she has never seen before, making her happier than she has never been.

At last, she got tired and fell into his arms, but he gently stroked her hair and said with a wry smile: "Grace, I never wanted to ruin your face or your voice. I had no choice but to send you to the mental hospital..."

He said; "Grace, in fact, I can not bear to let you die, that is why, I rushed over to save you regardless of the danger three months ago, but forgive me, I can't keep you by my side..." "Grace... Grace..."

Tonight he was so gentle that she burst into tears.

But the dream was a dream after all. When she woke up, she still felt empty.

The next day, Grace woke up in her room.

Staring at the white ceiling and the empty room, she covered her chest and smiled bitterly.

Everything from the last night was indeed a dream. He would never be so gentle to her and would never say such words to her.

Just then, the urgent sound of the doorbell rang.

Grace gathered her thoughts, got up and opened the door of the room.

The waiter pushed the dining cart in and said with a smile, "Grace, this is the breakfast that Mr. Zhang ordered for you."

"Okay, thank you." Grace thanked him and sent the waiter away.

After drinking wine last night, her stomach was a little uncomfortable. She took the rice congee on the dining cart and took a few sips. Her stomach was indeed much more comfortable. But after a few minutes, she felt dizzy and fainted the next second.

In a daze, Grace felt herself being dragged out of the room and put into a very stuffy sack...

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself locked in a dark wooden house, her hands and feet were tied and she could not move.

She shook her groggy head and crawled desperately towards the door of the wooden house.

With a creak, the door of the wooden house was suddenly pushed open vigorously. A strong man with tattoos all over his arms grabbed her by the hair and threw her to the ground.

She broke out in a cold sweat of pain, but still held her head high to stare at him and asked, "Who are you? What do you want?"

The man did not answer her questions, but gave a sneer, pulled out a black gun and pulled the trigger towards her heart.

She screamed in terror, her whole body shrank back, and she lifted her legs and kicked the man hard.

The man's hand shook and the bullet missed.

However, her move completely angered the man. He raised his hand and slapped her fiercely. He pressed against her, gnashed his teeth and said, "Damn bitch! You don't want to die directly? How dare you resist? Then I will beat you to death today!"

At this point, he raised the wooden stick in his hand and hit Grace heavier and heavier.

The rusty nails on the stick pierced into her flesh, her skin soon became bloody and bright red blood stained her white clothes red. She was about suffocate in pain.

The man sneered, grabbed her hair vigorously, raised the stick with iron nails full of blood and smashed it viciously towards her face!

"Go to hell! Bitch!"