Chapter 362

“I’ll listen to you. So, are you willing to like me?” Her hesitation was palpable. If he weren't Jason, perhaps she might. But he was Jason. Three years in prison had made his existence a nightmare for her; he was someone she deeply feared.

Grace felt lost. She was scared, terrified even, yet she couldn't help but worry about him. When he looked at her with such seriousness and spoke those tender words, she was utterly bewildered. Was he playing a game, or was he sincere? And what about her feelings? Did she feel anything for him?

She could only let things unfold slowly. It felt like sinking into a swamp; she desperately wanted to escape, but instead, she sank deeper.

After finishing her deliveries, Grace returned to the restaurant, stunned. Someone was sitting there—Brian—a man who, logically, would never be found in such a humble establishment. He was impeccably dressed in a tailored suit. His handsome face was elegant, yet he remained unapproachable. This was a man who belonged at lavish parties, upscale cafes, or perhaps the balcony of a presidential suite, but certainly not a small, inexpensive restaurant.

Kyla was nowhere to be seen, but Mrs. Corbyn was at the counter.

Brian saw Grace and approached her. “I didn’t expect to find you working here.”

“How did you know?” she asked, curious.

“I saw you on your electric bike yesterday. I saw the ‘Yan Yan Restaurant’ logo on your delivery bag,” he explained, a hint of unexpected kindness softening his usually indifferent expression, though he likely didn't notice it himself.

“Grace, three more orders need delivering,” Mrs. Corbyn called.

“Okay,” Grace replied, collecting the takeout containers.

In a low voice, Mrs. Corbyn asked, “Is that a friend of yours?”

Grace shook her head. “Just an acquaintance,” she said, unwilling to claim a connection she didn't feel she could honestly possess. It felt odd, though. Even if he'd seen the restaurant's name, he didn't have to eat there.

Was he waiting for me? The thought flickered, quickly dismissed.

As she prepared to leave with the food, Brian asked, “Are you delivering those?”

“Yes, it's my main job here,” Grace replied.

“Did Jason make you do this?”

“There’s nothing wrong with this job,” Grace said casually. “I like earning my own money. It’s great.”

With that, she went to her electric bike and loaded the food.