Steal my heart by Savannah Kade

Chapter 50 Struggle! Beg Me!

The elevator arrived and the door opened. Caden hugged Grace in his arms, rushed out all the way into the bedroom, placed her on the big bed, and reached out to take off her wet clothes. His long fingers unbuttoned her clothes one by one, the first layer, the coat; the second layer, the shirt; the third layer... His brow rose. Why did she wear so much on such a hot day?

His finger stopped on the third layer of the cloth. He couldn't understand why she would some clothes that should be worn in autumn on summer days.

But she couldn't just be left in her wet clothes.

Caden quickened her movements, stripping off her wet clothes, and his eyes fell on her old-fashioned bra. Without hesitation, he undressed her bra. A pair of hills leaped out of sight, and the man breathed wildly for three seconds.

Soon he turned and pulled out his white shirt from the closet and pulled it over her.

It was all done in one movement, without a pause, and, of course, the haste with which he was undressing allowed him to overlook the scar on the back of her back, where it lay hidden.

Caden pulled the shirt over her, and as he reached to change her wet pants, the person on the bed suddenly kicked her feet, as if in shock.

Whoosh!

Caden looked up at the woman in the bed. Her eyes were still closed, but her pale face was frightened in her sleep, as if she had been disturbed.

He moved his hand away, and she settled down. Caden put his hand on her waist again, and sure enough, her terror returned even when she closed her eyes.

Caden got a hard kick at the chin, and with his long arm extended, his big hand clamped around her ankle, and she stopped kicking him.

The man held her ankle, with a pair of dark eyes staring at her sleeping face, and lost in thought... How could she be so sensitive to the action, and even frightened? While he was meditating, she was strapped in a nightmare and began to talk deliriously,

"Leona, Leona, take me away, take me away..."

Caden almost crushed her ankles. Her black eyes were cold... why did she keep calling Leon? Was Leon that good?

Do you want Leon to take you away? Do you want to run away

"Leona..."

was still

and colder, and his eyes were fixed

She was crying!

later, Caden hadn't

of this, he felt an impulse to destroy Leon and strangled the

at the line of tears in the corner of her eye and saw them fall down her face and into the pillow... The wetting spot was so

Everything was annoying!

The pillow was annoying!

The sheets were annoying!

tears were much

her nightmare, she was obsessed with everything in the dream. Leona, at least, lived in her

"Leona..."

by Grace's suffocated pain, the

she had mistaken him

suffocation, she realized that the

increased a little bit, and she suddenly opened her eyes wide, realizing that he,

now, and she remembered the terror of drowning half an hour earlier. Suddenly, Grace lay flat on the bed, no longer

don't you beg me! You're the best at

given up struggle and waiting to be

say, struggle! I ask you to struggle!" Did she want to die that much? No! She cared about Leon so much that she

child who got a toy and was losing temper unreasonably. Mr. Shaw was

he wanted was not Grace's "struggle" and "supplication," or even her "weakness," but her attitude - the attitude that she still had him in her

let go of her and looked down upon her, with a sneer on

so much, he wanted to see whether Leon or money was