Send You all Stars in the Sky Chapter 25: Has His Dream

"Carl can't like Grace." Stella sneered and said confidently, "As long as Grace is the murderer of Caleb, he will not be able to forgive Grace for one day. What's more, I have a way to keep Carl with me."

"Then you have to hurry up and drive Grace away from Mason as soon as possible. Mason must never marry her." Rose frowned and said, "After all..."

She spoke in a very low voice, and Grace leaned forward to hear her clearly.

The next second, her wrist was grabbed vigorously.

She got a big fright and was dragged out of the private room before she could react.

The person who grabbed her was Carl.

She shook off Carl's hand and said doubtfully, "Carl, why are you here?"

"Should I ask you this?" Carl looked at her half-squinting and sneered, "Aren't you going to accompany your Ryan and come here to eavesdrop on others?"

"You followed me?" She raised her eyebrows at him.

"Just met." He said.

"Is it?" However, she smiled and stared at him and asked, "Then why did you save me three months ago?"

He was shocked and was about to speak when Grace hummed coldly, "Carl, you don't want to lie to me. I heard the conversation between Stella and Rose just now."

"I didn't mean to lie to you." He pulled out a cigarette in his mouth, stood under the light and shadow and slowly vomited out a cigarette ring. He said in a hoarse voice, "I saved you, but I didn't want you to die in the hands of others. I said, I have to avenge Caleb myself."

"Ha ha." The expected answer, but she somehow felt a little heartache.

He looked at her through the thick smoke and whispered, "Grace, Mason's wife, is not so good. If you continue like this, one day you will die."

Leaving this sentence behind, he turned around and walked back to his seat.

Grace was in a trance for a long time. When he turned around, he saw him sitting in the position where she had just sat, pouring a glass of her white wine, and Mans drank it methodically.

She paused, got up, walked opposite him and sat down.

He was silent and she did not speak, so she took up the glass and filled herself with wine one by one.

Ten years ago, she was a little girl who frowned when she smelled alcohol. Ten years later, she developed a good capacity for alcohol and slowly fell in love with the smell of alcohol.

But in front of him, she was easily drunk.

The sky is turning, the earth is turning, and the man in front of us is also turning.

Grace held the red wine bottle in his arms and took the man in front of him. He talked a lot.

The man narrowed his tipsy eyes and stared at the chatty woman in front of him. Suddenly he bent down, carried her on his shoulder and quickly walked out of the winery.

"Carl, you let me go. Where are you taking me?" Asked Grace, slapping him on the back.

He didn't speak, took her to the door of the hotel in one breath, took her bag and was ready to rummage through the room card.

But after searching for half a day, I couldn't find it. Grace was dishonest. The whole people rode on him, patting him on the back and shouting, "I want to ride... drive... drive..."

Her strange behavior and harsh voice immediately attracted many people's attention.

Carl's handsome face sank and she was dragged down from herself. Then she put her hand over her mouth and dragged her into her room.

That night, Grace had a very sweet dream.

In the dream, Carl threw her gently onto the bed, stroked her gently, and slowly faded her clothes. She was extremely gentle and integrated with her.

Tonight's Carl shouted her name over and over again with tenderness that she had never had before, satisfying her again and again, and making her happy that she had never had before.

Finally, she was tired and fell into his arms, but he gently stroked her hair and said with a wry smile: "Grace, I never thought of destroying your face or your voice. I sent you to a mental hospital, but I had to..."

He said; "Grace, in fact, I am very loathe to give up your death, so three months ago, I rushed over to save you regardless of the danger, but forgive me, can't leave you with me..."

"Grace... Grace..."

Tonight he was so gentle that she burst into tears.

But the dream is a dream after all. When the dream wakes up, it is still empty.

The next day, Grace woke up in his room.

Staring at the glistening ceiling and the empty room, she covered her riddled heart and smiled bitterly.

Everything last night was indeed a dream. He could never be so gentle to her and would never say such words to her.

Just then, the urgent doorbell rang.

Grace gathered his thoughts, got up and opened the door of the room.

The waiter pushed the dining car in and smiled and said, "Grace, this is Ryan's breakfast for you."

"Well, thank you." Grace thanked him and sent the waiter away.

After drinking wine last night, her stomach felt a little uncomfortable. She picked up the rice congee on the dining car and took a few sips. Her stomach was indeed much more comfortable.

But after a few minutes, she felt dizzy and fainted the next second.

In a daze, Grace felt that he had been dragged out of the room and put into a very stuffy sack...

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself locked in a dark wooden house. Her hands and feet were tied and she could not move.

She shook her groggy head and crawled desperately towards the door of the wooden house.

With a creak, the door of the wooden house was suddenly pushed vigorously. A strong man with tattooed flower arms grabbed her by the hair and threw her to the ground.

She broke out in a cold sweat with pain, but still held her head high and stared at him and asked, "Who are you? What do you want?"

The man did not answer her question, but gave a sneer, pulled out a black gun and moved the ring to her heart.

She gave a scream of fright, and the whole people shrank back, raised their legs and gave the man a good kick.

The man's hand shook and the bullet missed.

However, her move completely angered the man. The man raised his hand and slapped her severely. He pressed her on her body and gnashed his teeth and said, "Smelly watch! Don't you want to die cleanly? How dare you resist? Then I will beat you to death today!"

At this point, he raised his stick and hit Grace heavier and heavier.

The rusty nails on the stick pierced her flesh, and her skin suddenly became bloody and bright red blood dyed her white clothes red. She was suffocating with pain.

The man sneered at her, grabbed her hair vigorously, raised the iron nail full of blood and hit her face hard!

"Go to hell! Bitch!"