Chapter 400

Saying no was impossible. By the time Grace came to her senses, she was already in bed with Jason.

Grace sighed. "All right, let's just sleep together." It wasn't as if they hadn't slept together before. However, lying in bed, she wasn't sleepy because of his presence.

Therefore, Grace said, "Why do you still call me 'Sis'?"

"Don't you like me calling you that?"

She hesitated. "Not really. I just think uh, it seems a bit weird to call me that since we're dating." If outsiders unaware of their relationship heard him call her that, they might think she was his sister.

However, she was used to it. After all, he had called her that from the beginning.

"What if I call you Grace in public? 'Sis' can just be between us," he said.

"You you seem to like calling me 'Sis'," she said, suddenly embarrassed.

"When I call you 'Sis,' it feels like there's a constant connection between us," he said.

A flicker of doubt crossed her eyes; she didn't understand what he meant by "constant connection." He didn't elaborate, only saying, "Now, go to sleep."

She complied, closing her eyes without turning off the bedside lamp.

He glanced at the lamp, a flicker of complexity in his expression. When they were in the rental house, she had slept with the lights on because turning them off made her afraid, reminding her of bad memories—the things that had happened to her in prison.

For a while, she had been able to sleep with the lights off. Back then, she'd said, "I'm not that scared anymore because I have you, Joy."

Now, she was back to sleeping with the lights on. Was it because his identity frightened her again? Did sleeping with the lights off mean her heart had once again accepted him?

Although they were dating, and she'd even said she liked him, he wasn't sure of his place in her heart. He was probably not as important as her best friend, Lina Sweeney.

The thought made him jealous.

"When will I be the most important person in your life, Sis?" His gentle voice was low, drifting through the room as his eyes gazed silently at her face in the lamplight.

Every time he called her "Sis," it felt like they were family, inseparable. He was giving himself extra security, fearing that one day, their connection might vanish. Whether she saw him as a lover or family, he wanted to be someone she couldn't let go of. He knew what abandonment felt like; he'd been abandoned by his own mother. This time, he wouldn't let her abandon him.