Chapter 394

“It will be. Besides, Kyla, you have a great deal of life ahead of you. That’s such a pessimistic thing to say. Maybe it’ll get better in the future,” said Grace.

Kyla Corbyn looked at Grace in surprise. “You seem to have changed a little.”

“Changed?” Grace was confused.

“Yes,” said Kyla Corbyn. “When you first came to my store, you seemed depressed, as if life was crushing you. But look at you now; your depression seems to have dissipated. It’s like you have hope for the future.”

Did she have any hope for the future? Grace was stunned. Was it because Lina was helping her investigate the case? Was it because… there was a new beginning between her and Jason?

That night, when Grace left the small restaurant, she saw a car parked nearby. It was Jason’s car!

She approached. The door was already open. Jason was sitting in the back seat. “Get in,” he said.

“I’m going back on my electric bike,” she said. “Otherwise, it’ll be a lot of trouble for me to get here tomorrow morning.” She added, “Who asked him to live in a place where his family owns so much land and property that there are no buses nearby? It’s a long way from Reed Residence to the bus stop.”

He smiled, as if amused by her comment. “I’ll send you here tomorrow morning.” He took her hand and pulled her into the car.

Grace was speechless. Earning only $4,000 a month, how could she take a Bentley to and from work? It was like that news story about someone driving a BMW to sell oranges.

“When did you arrive?” Grace asked, searching for a topic to ease the awkwardness. Although she was dating Jason, she didn't know how to be with him.

“About half-past six?” he answered.

She was shocked. Half-past six? It was already nine o’clock; he’d been waiting for two and a half hours?

“You just waited in the car?” she asked, astonished.

“Yes,” he replied, taking her hand and gently rubbing it. Although the weather was warming up, he seemed to enjoy the warmth of her hand. He wanted to feel her temperature.

“You could have gone home,” Grace said. “You didn’t need to wait outside so long.” She’d assumed he’d stopped by after work.

“I wanted to see you sooner,” he said, lowering his head and gently kissing her fingertips. He’d seen her coming and going from the restaurant, delivering food. He wondered why she chose such a tiring life when she could have a simpler, more relaxed one.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to get you another job? You rejected me before because you didn’t want to be involved with me. How about now? I want to help you. Will you reject me this time too?”

“I’m doing quite well at this small restaurant,” Grace said, taking a deep breath. “I get along with my boss and the other staff. Besides… I know you’d find me a good job, but I want to be independent.”