Today's weather was not good. At this moment, the wind gusted, accompanied by occasional lightning. And after a while, it began pelting down.
"Wow! With such a heavy rain, Charlie is going to be drenched all over. It doesn’t matter if one gets wet. But Charlie seems to have just recovered from stomach bleeding. Will he relapse into stomach bleeding? Tsk tsk, I'm really curious." Andrew leant on the windowsill, muttering alone. Though his voice was not loud, Grace could hear him.
She felt that Charlie wasn't that stupid. As it was raining so heavily, how could he still stand there?
After another three minutes, Andrew stepped towards Grace. He reached out and snatched the sweater from her hand." You're so cruel. Don't you want to go down and have a look?"
"Haven’t he left?" Grace frowned.
"He hasn't left! Not only has he not left, but I can see him teetering in the rain from such a long distance. Maybe he would faint at some point."
Grace pinched Andrew's arm. "Why don't you tell me earlier?"
Then Grace immediately picked up the umbrella and ran out of the room. Andrew felt wronged, as he had warned her several times. 'Why does she complain about me?'
When Grace went downstairs, Charlie was still standing in the heavy rain.
Walking over, Grace popped the umbrella up to resist the rain for him. Grace stared at him and asked, "Why haven't you left yet?"
"You're willing to come down to see me. As I said, I won't leave if you don't see me!" With the rain on his face, Charlie’s voice was hoarse.
Grace crammed her umbrella into his hand, with a gloomy expression on her glamorous face. "I see you now, so you can go."
As soon as he heard this, Charlie's legs softened, and he fell straight forward. Grace happened to be standing in front of him. When he fell this way, he fell into her arms.
"Stand up!"
Grace looked at him. Wriggling his dry and slightly cracked lips, he stared at her closely. "You've forgiven me, haven’t you?"
Without answering his question, she pulled her hand out of his hand indifferently." Your condition seems to be very bad. If you continue standing in the rain for a while, you may get sick. Then I have to take responsibility." "You're worrying about me." Charlie looked very happy and grabbed her hand again. "I didn't dare to leave. I've just reversed your opinion of me a little. How can I leave?"
"Come to your senses. I just don't want you to die here."
"Really? Then why did you take me into your room?" At this moment, no matter
how viciously Grace scolded him, he would not mind it.
Grace stood up abruptly, crossed her arms and looked at him coldly.
"I know you still love me. Let’s make up, okay? Without you, I lived an agonizing life. How happy our life was in the past! Now we have Eaton, and we can live a happy life. I’ll never let you suffer any grievances!"
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