Send You all Stars in the Sky Chapter 8: One hundred thousand times

"Grace, you are really good. You have become like this and can even hook up with men." Carl smiled, but his voice was horribly cold. "You want money, don't you just want to operate on Aaron? If you obey, I can spare his life, otherwise, he will die worse than lily."

For an instant, Grace's hand was pinched into a fist and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Yes, for a month, she has worked hard to make money just to operate on paralyzed Aaron.

Aaron must never have an accident. She promised the man that she would take good care of Aaron.

She must not let Aaron follow lily's path.

She suddenly fell to the ground from the bed, grabbed the scattered faces on the ground, stuffed them into her mouth, and begged for mercy: "Mr. Bo, I know I am wrong. I beg you, don't touch Aaron, I eat... I eat..."

He made scallion oil noodles with his own hands. This was the first time she had eaten what he had made, but she could not taste the noodles mixed with tears and dirty luster.

She only felt bitter, astringent and bitter.

The next second, her wrist was grabbed by Carl.

Carl pinched her chin and narrowed her handsome eyes. "Grace, why do you make yourself so embarrassed every time?"

Ha ha, she also asked herself this question countless times, but unfortunately, there was no answer.

She is so determined, persistent, and refused to leave her retreat.

But this time, Carl was not angry for the first time.

He spit out all the dirty noodles in her mouth and took out the paper towel. Mans methodically wiped her lip corners and whispered, "The noodles are dirty, I'll cook another bowl for you."

This time, Grace did not dare to refuse.

She followed him out of the room barefoot and watched him skillfully prepare noodles in the kitchen and bring them to her.

She picked up the chopsticks and ate the bowl of noodles very clean.

In a trance, she caught a glimpse of Carl's eyes.

His eyes were as deep as ancient wells, as gloomy as thick fog. She could not see through them, but in their eyes, it seemed that they were not just hatred...

After a long time, he stared at her and asked, "Grace, where did you find the video of the wedding?"

"What's the matter? Do you suspect that I am framing Stella?" Grace looked up at him and sneered.

"Is there any other evidence?" He asked back.

"Isn't that video enough?"

"Not enough, after all, the evidence was conclusive."

Hearing this, Grace laughed sarcastically.

Yes, that night five years ago, she clearly ran out of Bozi Angeline family early, but when Caleb died, she was holding her photo and her fingerprints were on the dagger that killed him. She clearly did nothing, but she became a murderer who could not be washed white.

Five years later, the only evidence she can find is the video.

But Stella can explain the video clearly in a few words.

Anyway, Carl has always been willing to believe what she said.

Grace's weak wry smile, don't be too reluctant to speak again.

Five years have already smoothed her edges and corners and erased her pride. Now she just wants to live well. Five years ago, she doesn't want to be persistent any more.

Carl looked at her with low eyes and lowered her voice. "Grace, I can give you a week."

"Hmm?" She was dazed and her eyebrows slightly twisted.

"If you can find more direct evidence, I will believe you." He said clearly.

Hearing what he said, she laughed sarcastically.

Carl, don't you think it's too late to say this now?

She has lived in hell for five years, and now she has destroyed her voice and face. What's the point of asking for the truth?

But she still looked at him half squinting and said word by word, "Carl, if I proved the truth five years ago, would you cancel your engagement with Stella?"

As long as he said a word, she could do it.

But he didn't speak, just looked down on her lightly, then turned and left.

Five years later, he was still like this. He did not even want to cheat or perfunctory to her.

Grace covered his riddled heart and smiled bitterly.

She's... It hurts.

… …

Carl told Grace to stay in the suburban villa to recuperate. He did not mention anything about the wine cellar that night.

But two days later, she received a phone call from the sanatorium saying that something had happened to Aaron, and she hurried to the sanatorium.

Aaron was lying in a coma in his hospital bed. The doctor said that when he was sitting in a wheelchair basking in the sun, he was pushed down the slope. If he did not undergo surgery, not only his legs would be discarded, but he would also become paralyzed and become a vegetable.

But now Grace can't afford the huge operation fee at all. She worked hard in Imperial City for a month and only earned tens of thousands of dollars.

Grace family would not give her any money. Now the only person she can think of is Carl.

So this evening, Grace obediently returned to his villa in Carl, packed himself and quietly waited for Carl's arrival.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, there was a patchwork of footsteps at the door.

The door of the room was gently pushed open. Grace smiled and turned slowly.

She covered the scar on her left face with long hair, put on a delicate makeup, wore a sexy silk pajamas, and stared at him straight.

He seemed to have drunk the wine, his eyes slightly tipsy raised her forehead, sneer: "Grace, what tricks do you want to play?"

"One hundred thousand times." She hooked his neck and pushed him to the bed. She smiled charmingly and said, "I promise I can serve Mr. Bo very comfortably."

In an instant, his eyes were cold.

She lay prone on him like a dog and tried her best to please him, but his eyes were terribly cold.

She knew she was cheap, but for the sake of money, she had to do it.

"Grace, you really make me sick!"

With a loud roar, the man suddenly put his arms around her waist and pressed her under him. He stretched out his hand and tore her pajamas to pieces!

"11,000 times, it depends on whether you are worth the price!"