Chapter 363

"Wait," he grabbed her. "Are you mad? I didn't mean to belittle your job with what I said."

She looked at him strangely. "I'm not mad." If she were to be mad, she would have been furious long ago.

"If you want, I can find you a better job," Brian said.

"Mr. Hart, I don't think we're that close. You don't need to help me find another job. I'm perfectly happy with what I'm doing," Grace said, glancing at his hand on hers. "Can you let go? I need to make these deliveries."

His dark eyes stared at her. After a moment, he released her hand. Not close? He knew her better than she knew herself. He knew her past from his conversation with Evelyn—everything from her youth to adulthood.

"You're happy with what you're doing?" He chuckled softly. "A former lawyer is happy being a delivery person?"

Grace's eyes dimmed. Lawyer It felt so distant now.

After mounting her electric bike, she heard Brian again. "It seems there's something I don't know about you and Jason. If you can't stay with him, you're welcome to come to me."

Her body tensed. Then she rode away.

Even if she left Jason, she wouldn't seek out a major entertainment industry figure. A man like him would be crueler than Jason. She'd met his ex-girlfriends; he spoiled them lavishly, then discarded them coldly and cruelly.

Brian had many ex-girlfriends, too. As for his current girlfriend, Evelyn, Grace read about her in newspapers and magazines. She seemed to have powerful connections. Some media outlets predicted Brian might promote Evelyn as a top actress.

Grace was interested in Evelyn and Brian's future, but she didn't want to get involved in their drama. She wanted a peaceful, ordinary life; that was her biggest dream.

Meanwhile, Brian watched Grace disappear. He finally unclenched his fists, looking at his palms. He'd been reluctant to let go. He'd come to this restaurant specifically to find her, worried about upsetting her. She was just a woman. He cared because she resembled a girl from his past.

Brian's eyes returned to their usual coldness. He went back inside to pay his bill. He asked Mrs. Corbyn at the counter casually, "Where's the cashier who was here earlier?"

"She she's in the kitchen," Mrs. Corbyn stammered.

Brian said nothing more. Before leaving, he looked at the kitchen thoughtfully.

After Brian left, Mrs. Corbyn went into the kitchen and said to her daughter, "He's gone."

Kyla Corbyn wasn't relieved. "Did he say anything before he left?"