---- Chapter 230 It took more than an hour of driving before Grace finally arrived at the run-down small house. The house was at least 20 years old, situated in a barren mountainous area, with abandoned building materials scattered around. It had an eerie, desolate feel to it. Moreover , in the abandoned courtyard , a grave stood out of place against the decaying surroundings. The grave, however, was impeccably clean, and fresh flowers were placed in front of it.

To be so far out in the outskirts , living in a small house with nothing but a solitary grave nearby -how lonely must that be? Grace felt a pang of sympathy. Then she noticed that all the windows in the room were sealed shut, completely covered. Not a single beam of light could get through. It was likely as dark inside during the day as it was at night. She pressed the doorbell, but before she could press it a second time, a hand reached out eagerly and pulled her inside.

"You don't have to be in such a hurry every time. The stuff I bought is still outside." She turned her head to glance around, and as expected, all she could see was the faintest bit of light. Before she could say anything more, he quickly turned her ---- head back and kissed her deeply. Grace melted under his kiss, and before she knew it, he had her in his arms and was carrying her over to the couch. He couldn't wait another moment, pulling her to sit on his lap, their bodies pressed together.

He leaned back against the couch, his Adam's apple moving, sensually as he tightened his grip around her waist. Grace's hands rested on his chest, feeling his heart beat fast beneath her palms. His movements were slow this time, but the way his hand caressed her waist was impossible to ignore.

Grace nestled against his chest like a little kitten, unable to stop herself from asking, "Is this your house?" This place was so far out, and if he hadn't told her about it, she probably never would have come here in her life. His actions didn't stop as he gave her a satisfied look, "Are you complaining?" "No, I'm just worried about you. You're here all alone, there's no place to even buy anything, and no neighbors around.

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Don't you ever talk to anyone?" He tilted his head slightly to look at her. The light was too dim to see clearly, but it seemed like he could still see the concern in her eyes. He felt completely overwhelmed, like a surge of energy ---- rushing through his body. Grace was suddenly jolted hard, unable to stop herself from making a sound.

He seemed to be ina good mood tonight as he said, "Ijust don't feel like talking to anyone." No wonder every time she texted him, he replied instantly , except when he was angry. It turned out that he didn't have many friends. Grace cupped his face in her hands. If he didn't want to talk, then he didn't have to. It made sense, considering how his odd personality developed. If she had to live here alone, she'd probably go crazy eventually.

She wanted to understand him more, and before she could stop herself, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Ed kissed the top of her head. "Are you feeling sorry for me?" he asked. "Is that a problem?" "No." As soonas he said that, his strength intensified, and Grace felt overwhelmed by the force, struggling to stay steady under it. He seemed to savor the moment, taking her on the couch, the coffee table, even pinning her against the wall. Each time was like it might be the last.

---- Grace was left breathless, her voice hoarse, unable to stop him despite begging him to slow down. After another round, they returned to the couch. Grace could barely handle it, resting against him as she caught her breath. But after so many storms, the slow, steady grind of it all felt even more grueling. She bit down on his shoulder in frustration. "Faster," she demanded.

He chuckled softly, gripping her waist, unable to hold back his overwhelming desire to take control completely." When it was all over, she lay lazily on the couch, letting him tidy up the mess. Feeling him near her feet, she kicked out, but there was no strength behind it. He caught her foot effortlessly. She frowned, "Every time we meet, we always go this far." His fingertips lightly traced over the top of her foot, and his lips moved closer, gently kissing her foot.

"You don't like it?" he teased. She liked it, of course, but wasn't it a bit too much?