C15 Chapter 15 Choose me or Mason

"Don"t even think about marrying Mason!"

Hearing what he said, Grace burst out laughing： "Carl, do you think you can lock me up here? Then you underestimate me too much."

"Then you can try." His slender fingers gently flashed across her cheek, and he smiled evilly, "If you dare to leave here for one step, I will cut off one toe of Aaron. If you walk ten steps, one of his legs will be gone. As a result, no operation can save him."

For an instant, Grace clenched her fists and her whole body was shaking.

"Therefore, you"d better obey me and remain a widow, otherwise, the people you care about will leave you one by one." He smiled contentedly, stretched out his hand and patted her on the face, then released her.

"Carl, you are a devil!" She shouted loudly at him.

Hearing what she said, his chiseled face looked a bit odd, but he didn"t say much. He just looked at her deeply, turned around and left the villa.

Carl threw her cell phone and clothes away. Every day she was asked to wear white coarse linen clothes, eat vegetarian food, and kneel in front of the mourning hall of Caleb every night to atone for her sins.

She could not contact Mason and could not find Aaron, so she did not dare to make a move without careful thought.

In a twinkling of an eye, a week passed.

Grace counted the days and realized that she could no longer sit still waiting for death.

But Carl arranged a house maid and a bodyguard for her. Even if she wanted to escape, she could not escape at all.

And he always kept his word. If she really escaped, Aaron would definitely die miserably.

Therefore, she came up with an extreme solution.

It was very cold in Romantic city in December. Grace wore a thin white dress and stood on the cold winter night, allowing the cold wind to blow wantonly on her.

She shivered with cold and her lips turned purple, but she still stood there motionless, letting the bean-sized hail pour down hard on her.

According to the weather forecast, there would be sleet tonight.

She knew that even if she froze to death here, Carl would not let her go, but she still wanted to gamble.

Only in this way could she leave the villa and contact the outside world.

As time went by, Grace felt colder and colder and her head became dizzy. Finally, she could no longer hold on and fell into the heavy snow all over the ground.

In a trance, she seemed to see a familiar figure rushing up and holding her tightly in his arms.

She seemed to have dreamed again.

In the dream, the familiar voice kept ringing in her ear.

"Grace, wake up..."

"Grace, I command you to wake up!"

"Grace, you are not allowed to die without my permission..."

"Grace... Grace..."

Every sound was his calling.

Unfortunately, it was a dream after all.

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Opening her eyes again, Grace found herself in the hospital.

She shook her groggy head. She heard Carl"s mocking voice in her ear when she was just about to get up. "Grace, you have grown up and learned to self-harm, haven't you?"

She raised her blurred eyes to look at him and grunted coldly, "Mr. Bo, just leave me alone.You have long hoped that I would die anyway, haven"t you?"

"I will not let you die easily." However, he leaned over her and grinned, "I will keep you by my side and torture you little by little so that you can live no better than to die."

"You!" Grace trembled with anger and clenched her fists.

At this moment, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open vigorously.

Grace got a fright when she saw the man standing at the door. It was Mason.

He walked up to Carl step by step and sneered, "Carl, what are you doing to my fiancee?"

Carl narrowed his pretty eyes , turned around slowly, and his thin lips gently opened, "Mr. Mason, she owes me this."

"Really?" Mason grunted coldly, took out a cheque from his bag, looked straight at him and said, "How much does Grace owe you? You set a price, I"ll give you double."

"Ha ha." He seemed to hear the funniest joke in the world, "Mason, do you think I am short of money?"

"I know you are not short of money, but isn't it improper for you to imprison someone"s fiancee like this?" Mason raised his eyebrows and said, "If Stella knows about it, I"m afraid she will be sad."

Hearing what he said, Carl"s eyes, as deep as ancient wells, narrowed. Suddenly he looked down at Grace and said hoarsely, "Let Grace choose for herself."

What?

Grace"s heart trembled suddenly and she looked at him with disbelief.

However, he leaned over her, clung to her ear and whispered, "Grace, you blame me for not giving you a choice five years ago. This time, I let you choose. You have to decide whether you want to choose Mason or me."

Grace froze in an instant.

He couldn"t wait to kill her. Did she have any choice?

But at that moment, his eyes were surprisingly gentle and showed some expectation that she could not see through, as if he was really waiting for her choice.

Her dull heart ached like prickling pain.

He hasn"t seen her with such eyes for a long time...

"Grace." Mason, who was nearby, suddenly called her gently, then approached her and said in a voice that only the two people could hear, "I helped you find Aaron."

She was stunned.

After a long while, she smiled bitterly, moved her eyes away from Carl, turned her head to look at Mason, and said with a wry smile, "I choose Mason."

"Very good." Mason smiled with satisfaction, raised his eyebrows at Carl and said triumphantly, "Carl, did you hear her?"

"I heard her." Carl stood there calmly, with no anger but a bit more inexplicable loss on his handsome face.

He lowered his eyes and stared at Grace for a long time before lowering his voice and saying, "Grace, you will regret it."

Leaving this sentence, he turned around and left the ward without looking back.

She thought he would be angry and entangled, but she didn"t expect him to leave so peacefully.

He clearly said that he would not let her marry someone else even if he died.

For an instant, a little strong uneasiness flashed through Grace"s heart.

Carl was so abnormal tonight, which scared her.

Mason bent down to pick Grace up and smiled gently, "Grace, don"t be afraid, I"ll take you home."

"Mason, are you really here to save me?" Grace looked up at him, with her eyebrows tightening.

"Of course." His long and narrow eyes narrowed into a beautiful radian and his voice was evil and pleasant. "Next week is our wedding. Of course I have to take my bride home."

Next week?

Wedding?

Grace"s body shook and her heart thumped.