"Grace, I'm too good to you, hmm?" Garrett walked up to her, his big hand clasped on her neck, and pinched her hard.

　　　

　　　 Grace did not resist, nor did she struggle, her clear eyes stared at him, "He was scalded because of me." These words could be counted as an explanation, or not count.

　　　

　　　 "Did I let you meet? Hmm?" When Garrett heard her words, his anger only grew stronger.

　　　

　　　 "I was the one who wanted to meet him," Grace said indifferently, it was she who wanted to see him, it was she who wanted to make it clear to him that they shouldn’t meet again, but a pot of...