Chapter 888
Back when she was still living with him,
they had a similar conversation.
Back then, her answer was…
“Yes. Of course, I like you!” Grace grinned. It was a drunken grin, but her
answer was the same as before.
‘Is she behaving like when we were together because she’s drunk? Back then, she was my Sis and I was her
Jason!’
“Will you be my Sis if I’m good?”
‘Be my Sis. Stay with me.
‘Even though I can’t give you love, I can give you something else.
‘I can fulfill your dreams and your ambitions for you. I can make those who despise you bow before you, and I can
get you to the top of the social hierarchy.
‘As long as… you stay with me!’
Maybe this was the only way to make him feel less guilty.
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Jason, don’t worry, I’ll… protect you. I’ll protect you…” she muttered.
As she spoke, her eyelids began to
droop, and her voice became lower and
lower. Finally, she tilted her head and fell
asleep.
He gently helped her to lie down. Then,
he helped her with the thin quilt and raised his hand to stroke her messy hair.
“If you really want to protect me, then
stay with me. That way, I won’t be hurt…”
he murmured. The palm of his left hand
was slowly pressed against his heart.
He thought that as long as he stopped loving her, she would not be able to
control his emotions and he could control
his life.
However, it turned out that… he could not
bear her leaving his side!
He wanted to keep her by his side and
look at her all the time.
He would not love her, but… he wanted to
see her!
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Hadwin Stephenson looked at Lina who
was in such a drunken state that he
dismissed the idea of sending her back
to her home.
At the very least, he should make her drink some soup for her hangover later and wait until she was sober enough
before taking her home.
Besides, he would have to get rid of the vest she was clutching.
Hadwin Stephenson glanced at the vest
with resentment as he thought of this.
He had never seen her clutch his clothes
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Now, she was so enthusiastic about
grabbing another man’s clothes.
Hadwin Stephenson drove the car to his
mansion and brought Lina in.
“Make a bowl of soup for her hangover,” Hadwin Stephenson ordered the servant.
“Yes,” answered the servant. However, before leaving, her curious eyes caught a glimpse of Lina’s reddened
cheeks and the vest she was clutching.
‘Young Master Stephenson doesn’t
look quite right. Could it be that Miss
Sweeney has done something?’
The servant had been working there
for more than a year. Young Master
Stephenson had always put on a poker
face and no one could see through him.
However, it was only with Miss Sweeney that Young Master Stephenson seemed
to break his composure.
Anyone could see through him at a