Chapter 7 You are no longer a threat to me

• He ripped her pants while laughing wildly.
• She broke out in a cold sweat and tried desperately to push him away.
• He raised his hands and gave her some slaps.
• She lay on the ground pale and weak, unable to make any strength, and could only let him bite on her like a dead fish.
• She was really tired and wanted to sleep like this.
• But Carl's indifferent and mean eyes suddenly flashed through her mind.
• In the past five years, there were countless people who wanted to defile her body in the mental hospital, but every time she threatened them with her life to finally keep her innocence.
• This was the only pride she has. She felt sick when she slept with people she didn't like.
• She struggled desperately. At the moment when the man kicked her legs away, she suddenly grabbed a wooden stick with thumbtacks on the ground and smashed it hard at the back of the man's head.
• She smashed it like crazy until the man fell on her with blood all over his head.
• For an instant, the smell of blood filled the dim and damp wine cellar.
• Grace crawled out of the pool of blood and huddled up in the corner shivering.
• She killed a man.
• This time, she really killed someone.
• This time, she really became a murderer...
• Carl would have reason to torture her again... … …
• After a long time, a cry of horror of a waiter came from the door of the wine cellar. Then it was a footsteps approaching.
• Grace buried her face in her knees and her body began to tremble uncontrollably.
• Until someone grabbed her wrist, she pointed at her with a bloody stick frantically and said, 'Get out of here, touch me again and I'll kill you!'
• 'Your method of killing people is becoming more and more skilled.' Carl's mocking voice came to her ears.
• She held the stick tightly and her ears were buzzing.
• Carl, you came, still you came.
• This time, where are you going to send me to?
• This time, how many more years will you torture me?
• Grace wanted to ask him, but she was too weak and fell down into the pool of blood.
• … …
• When Grace opened her eyes again, she found herself lying in a strange room.
• She could tell it's Carl's style by the dark gray decoration style and the simple high-end furnitures.
• Sure enough, before she got up, she saw Carl push the door of the room open and enter.
• It was rare for him not to wear a suit, a washed blue shirt added a bit of tenderness to his cool face.
• He sat down beside her, lit a cigarette and held it with his fingertips, staring at her with a pair of cagey eyes.
• In the smoke air, his handsome face with clear outline was in a trance.
• After a long time, he asked in a hoarse voice, 'Grace, what have you experienced in the past five years?'
• She had a fever last night and had a nightmare all night. She was begging for mercy and crying all the time in her dreams.
• But in those days, he only sent her to a mental hospital...
• Hearing what he said, Grace laughed aloud: 'Carl, what I have experienced in the past five years is all thanks to you. You know better than me. Why do you pretend?'
• He didn't answer her words, only stared at her ferocious face for a long time, and suddenly said, 'Get up and eat I made you boiled noodles with scallion oil.'
• For an instant, Grace bit her lower lip and her eyes suddenly turned red.
• Boiled noodles with scallion oil, he still remembered it...
• On the day she first met him, he wore a black coat and stood on the snowy street, stretched out his warm hand to her, smiling as gently as a cornflower blooming in May.
• He said, 'Grace, right? Come on, I'll take you home.'
• Grace was only 17 years old that year and had just won the first place in the singing competition of Romantic city. However, Stella and Britney envied her and managed to drive her out of Chi family. She had been on the cold streets all day.
• She knew that Carl was asked to pick her up by Grayson, but she was still very happy.
• She hid in his warm coat and held him tightly, as if she had held the whole world.
• After that, she took him to the stall and pestered him to buy her boiled noodles with scallion oil.
• It was the best boiled noodles with scallion oil she had ever eaten in her life.
• It was a pity that the old woman who sold noodles died five years ago, just like her love for Carl.
• She forced the tears back, knocked over the bowl in front of her, stared at him with a sneer and said, 'Carl, if you want to kill me, do it quickly. Don't do these empty things with me.'
• 'Grace, do you have to do this?' He looked above her, his eyes looked cold.
• 'Well, I was born like this, and you know it.' Grace squinted at him and sneered, 'Carl, you can't threaten me since Lily has gone a month ago.. If you want me to obey, you shouldn't have killed Lily so early.'
• When it came to Lily, her heart still suffered an inexplicable pain.
• That was her only relative in this world. He was so cruel.
• 'Really?' Carl smiled with a cool and mean face. 'So Grace, do you still want Aaron to live?'
• Aaron?
• Hearing the name, her body trembled and she looked at him with disbelief.
• How did he know about Aaron?