Send You all Stars in the Sky Chapter 16: Grace, you run away from marriage

During Grace's absence this week, Mason prepared the wedding dress and ring and arranged everything for the wedding.

She sat in the empty villa and looked at these sacred and beautiful things, feeling quite mocking.

This is the second time she has married, but not once. She is married to the person she wants to marry.

Just as she was thinking, there was a sound of footsteps at the door of the villa.

She thought it was Mason who came back. When she went out, she saw a woman with short hair and elegant appearance standing at the door.

The woman looked up and down at her, frowned and said, "Are you Grace?"

"Well, you are?" Grace wondered.

"My name is Rose and I am Mason's sister-in-law." She said.

It turned out that she was Shen Si's first love.

Grace nodded wryly and did not speak.

Rose, however, walked up to her and handed her a beautifully packaged gift box. He smiled faintly and said, "I heard that you are going to marry Mason. Congratulations."

"Well, thank you." She nodded gently and reached out to take the gift she sent.

She stared at her ferocious face for a long time, then suddenly leaned closer to her and lowered her voice: "Grace, otherwise, you should run away from marriage."

"What?" Grace looked at her in shock.

"You don't love Mason anyway. Why did you lose your life for her?" She laughed rather than laughing.

Grace didn't understand what she meant, but she laughed and said nothing, then turned and left.

Grace stared at her slim figure and suddenly felt an unknown premonition in her heart.

What she said seemed to indicate something.

But she has already made a deal with Mason and she has no choice.

She escaped, Aaron's life was lost, and she could not afford to gamble.

The day before the wedding, Mason came to Grace's room.

He sat in front of the big French window and raised his goblet to Grace. The evil spirit smiled and said, "Grace, you will be my wife in the future. Cheers to our future."

"Uh-huh." Grace picked up his glass and touched him gently. He smiled wry and said, "But Mason, do we still have a future?"

"Of course there is." He hooked his lips and said, "Don't worry, Aaron is safe now. I will send someone to operate on Aaron as soon as our wedding is over tomorrow."

"Well, good."

"By the way, there are also Stella and Caleb." Mason narrowed his eyes, gently shook the red wine in the cup, and flattered, "It seems that Stella did not kill Caleb."

"What?" Grace was surprised and sipped his lips. "This is impossible. Stella in that video clearly sent Caleb my photo and they met."

"Yes, but they met in the morning, and that night Stella and Carl were together." At this point, Mason took out some photos and placed them in front of Grace.

The time of the photo was the night Caleb died five years ago. The ambiguous and intimate figure of Stella and Carl in the photo deeply hurt her eyes.

So that night, Carl put her in Caleb's bed, but she and Stella spent the last month?

No wonder he refused to believe what she said. It turned out that he was Stella's witness himself.

Grace smiled wryly and his heart gave him an unprovoked pain.

It turns out that she has lost since five years ago.

Lost completely, lost in a mess.

"I checked. The only person I contacted Caleb that night was you, and the dagger was indeed only your fingerprints." After a pause, Mason added, "So, if it weren't for you, Mason could have committed suicide by listening to Stella."

"But the scene was not like suicide. There were traces of struggle in the bathtub. Caleb's death was also very painful."

"Is it?" Grace ha ha a smile, fundus bitter deeper.

She thought that this time, things finally changed, but unexpectedly, she still fell into a death tour.

Mason pulled out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He smiled and said, "At first I thought Carl was too arbitrary, but now it seems that the evidence is conclusive. Grace, you are like the only murderer who killed Caleb."

"So at the end of the day, do you think I'm playing?" Grace sneered.

"Of course not." He slowly leaned close to her, vomited thick smoke into her face, narrowed his narrow eyes and laughed, "In spite of this, I still believe you."

"Thank you." At that moment, Grace was moved. After all, in the past five years, he was the only one willing to believe her.

"Well, let's not say that." He gently helped her to trim her long scattered hair and said softly, "I will continue to help you investigate about Caleb. You will have a good rest first and be my bride tomorrow."

"Well, good." Grace was dazed and subconsciously drew a safe distance from him.

He was not angry either. After throwing the unfinished cigarette butts into the garbage can, he turned and left.

Grace sat in the empty villa and felt upset.

Can't she get rid of the crime of killing Caleb in her life? But what exactly happened that year? How on earth did Caleb die?

She got up fidgety and was going to take a bath to wake up.

As soon as he entered the bathroom and took off his clothes, the urgent doorbell rang.

She thought Mason was back, so she wrapped a bath towel and opened the door of the villa.

Seeing Carl standing at the door with blurred eyes, she got a fright and subconsciously wanted to close the door.

However, he held down the doorknob, pushed the door open vigorously, then jumped in, kicked the door on with one foot, and thumped her against the wall with a sneer.

"Carl, what do you want?" Grace stared at him with pretending calm.

"Fuck you." His voice was sandy and hoarse, and his body was full of alcohol. "Grace, don't forget, our deal is not over yet."

"You let me go!" Grace struggled to push him away and raised his voice. "If you want money, I can let Mason give it to you. I beg you, let me go and don't disturb my life again... Um..."

Before she had finished speaking, her neck was strangled.

Carl stared at her scarlet eyes and shouted angrily, "Grace, have you made great achievements? One Mason at a time, do you really regard him as your husband? Do you deserve it?"

"Sorry, we are getting married tomorrow." Grace blushed and sneered, saying word by word, "whether he deserves it or not, he is my husband. So, please stay away from me."

"Grace, you are disgusting!" He pushed her down on the sofa vigorously, tore off her bath towel and shouted, "Then I'll fuck you tonight. You are so dirty, I think Mason will want you again!"