Steal my heart by Savannah Kade

Chapter 91 Ripping Hope

His hand suddenly grabbed her chin and lifted her head with strength. Their handsome and beautiful faces were almost within reach! Caden stared at her face tightly with his cold gaze, "Go to the hospital or the bank? Grace, I'm giving you a chance to choose."

He was so close that Grace could clearly see the fine hairs on his face.

Her eyes looked persistent and unyielding, "I want to go to the bank." she said it word by word without any intention of giving in. "You still have the guts to drink alcohol with one less kidney." his cold voice reminded her indifferently, "Do you want to die?"

"I want to go to the bank!"

"You still want to go to the bank even losing your life?"

She deeply looked at him before opening her mouth and indifferently said, "Yes."

It's not the first time she had put her life at stake. Not to mention, that it was only two sips of whiskey.

She subconsciously used her hand that was hanging on the side of her body to tug the cuff of his suit coat.

He saw everything but Grace didn't realize it herself. His cold eyes drooped down and glanced across her hand, which was tugging his suit coat. Her blue veins were bulging on that very hand. His incomprehensible gaze landed on her face again...

While staring at her, Caden thought that she had always like to frequently appear and wander in front of him. She had wished that he would take another look at her and make her mood better. Since when did everything change, when he wasn't paying attention? Even if... She would lose her life, she still wanted to go to the bank and leave him?

There was something insane inside his black eyes.

His profound and tranquil eyes stared at Grace's face deeply, and it became harder to understand.

"Grace, do you really want to go to the bank in a hurry?"

Are you really anxious about leaving my side as soon as possible?

It's not like that! It shouldn't be like this! He's the only one between them who could say "finish".

His two slender fingers pinched the check away from Grace's hand and swayed it slowly, "What can you do if I let you go to the bank? The bank is closed, could an ATM process a check?" Could an ATM process a check?

Of course not!

Grace felt like she was struck by a lightning!

She stared blankly at the check he was holding between his index and middle finger... So the check she worked so hard to get was actually just a piece of paper? So... Did she endure everything just for this single piece of paper?

All of the sudden, she lifted her head, "President Shaw, I beg you... It's still five million and not a single cent less, there's no difference. What's the difference in depositing it to the bank card today, or tomorrow?"

beg you! I don't have anything else left than my knees! I'll give it all to you... I'm giving the last thing I could give to you!

threw the check between his

'patter', the check slapped Grace's face, "The last

The last thing she could give

him to vent off... The last thing she could give him was that pair of knees which would kneel in front of

had always been head over heels for him. Whether

what did she say

last thing she could give him

Fucking knee!

even wanted

No way!

Absolutely not!

from leaving him. In his subconscious mind, the mere thought of that matter was unacceptable and it made him go crazy. He didn't understand the reason behind it, but he absolutely

No means no!

pale... she

better remember one thing about freedom. If I say that you don't have it, then you won't have

heart was shaken while

sort of deep hatred, could make

look

and pressed the call button with his slender fingers, "Go to the hospital

"Who?"

"Grace."

"What? She had the guts

her over

still wanted to say "he's off duty today", but

of the

mistake for having

stared at it blankly before laughing... Caden,

to go through for this

the window." a woman in the car said that with

asked Caden

He took a glance at Grace and slightly

button to slowly lower the car's

rearview

the back seat looked calm while ripping the check again and again into pieces... That five hundred

of the window, and