Try Begging - Chapter 128.2
The man, who always insisted on the perfect symmetry of the knot, the length of the short and long ends precisely aligned, was now content with such a silly appearance.
“Men become fools when they fall in love.”
Yes, mother, you were right.
Grace followed the man, clad in a black coat over his officer’s jacket, and absentmindedly headed out.
As they reached the bedroom door, he turned around.
She lifted his cap slightly and tilted his head as if asking for a kiss. The moment she made an unexpected move, his lazily closed eyes snapped open. She tugged at the tie, overlapping her lips with his first, making the crooked tie even more skewed.
“You seem in a particularly good mood today.”
As their lips parted, the man narrowed his eyes and tilted his head slightly.
“Of course, aren’t you happy?”
Grace tucked the protruding necktie into his jacket and tilted her hand to ensure the ring was prominently displayed.
“When will you show me the penthouse?”
“If you’re not too tired, how about this evening?”
She suppressed the urge to smile at his unexpectedly bold proposal.
“Not tired at all. How about dinner while we’re out? Or would that be too much with people around?”
“Whatever you want.”
The man pressed his lips to her forehead as he smiled warmly and asked,
“How about that cruise from last time?”
“Sounds good. This time, I’ll make sure your four hours feel like eight hours, so brace yourself.”
The man burst into laughter.
It was a genuinely happy smile on his face. He admonished her to wear warm clothes when going out for a walk, then finally headed to the corridor.
“Leon.”
At her impulsive call, he stopped at the staircase and turned back to her.
“Are you happy?”
Instead of replying, he just smiled, and Grace returned the same smile. However, as soon as the man disappeared down the stairs, her smile vanished.
This happiness will become the seed of your misfortune.
An unexpected opportunity had arisen.
He was taking her out. Imagining various escape scenarios, Grace’s thoughts were interrupted as the maid returned from the dressing room with an armful of clothes.
“Ah, is it time for a walk already?”
On this particularly cold day, the maid dressed her in a sweater, thick socks, and then a brown coat. Despite her growing belly and layers of clothing, the man’s coat was still too large. Moreover, the maid wrapped a thick scarf around her neck. Indoors, sweat began to form.
As Grace removed the ring to put on her gloves, the maid stubbornly put it back on her finger. Despite the man’s insistence to always wear it, why should she keep it on even for a brief walk?
The maid was relentless.
The gloves were too thick for the ring to fit on her ring finger, so it was placed on her pinky instead, and the maid led her by the hand.
As they descended the staircase, Grace hesitated.
With every step, something heavy rattled in the coat pocket. She reached into the pocket and felt it. A few banknotes, some coins, and then…
‘…A gun?’
The hard, cold sensation in her hand, the weight and shape, no doubt it was a gun.
There was no need to wait until the evening.
As she quickly assessed the situation, Grace stopped the maid heading towards the back door as soon as they reached the ground floor.
“No, we’ll go through the main entrance today.”
The maid was about to shake her head and say no, but at the sight of the black gun, she readily complied with her instructions.
Grace, with the maid as her hostage, approached the iron gate of the annex. As the two guards outside heard her footsteps and turned around, she deliberately revealed the gun and demanded,
“Open it.”
The bewilderment on the men’s faces was almost funny.
“Now.”
However, these men were not fools and were well-trained not to open the gate hastily.
Ah, of course.
The life these guards were sworn to protect was not that of the maid but Grace’s. She needed to make it inevitable for them to open the gate.
“If you don’t open it, I’ll shoot.”
Grace released the maid and turned the gun on herself. It was then that the guards, pale as ghosts, hurriedly opened the gate.
How funny.
Holding the gun to her own chin, nobody tried to stop her as she exited.
Truly funny.
While crossing the mansion’s garden, Grace suppressed the urge to laugh loudly enough for the entire mansion to hear. It didn’t take long to escape the detestable mansion through the back gate.
And so, she fled.
Her receding figure, vanishing beyond the wall, was observed through a pair of binoculars by a pair of icy blue eyes.
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