Chapter 103 Whoever Can Hold Back Is Not A Man

It was clear and a bit hot with the sun shining, Grace wrapped her coat tightly again. There were few
people in the tree-lined trail. But whenever someone passes by her, he looked at her with strange eyes.

"Is...is she a little insane?"

A young couple passed by behind her. They didn't forget to look back at her again. They talked in a low
voice. Although they didn't say it in front of Grace, they didn't lower their voices either.

The sound of small and fragmented discussions sounded in the back of her, and she was accustomed
to it. She was accustomed to the usual surprised expressions of those who occasionally passed by.

Looking up at the sun right in the sky, she knew how terrifying her attire at the moment was in the eyes
of others.

When everyone was wearing short-sleeved shorts and short skirts, she was wrapped tightly without
showing any her skin.

She glanced at the long-sleeved shirt and regretted... She should wear a thicker coat.

There was pain in her bones. Next to her was a young couple riding a bicycle, dangling past her.

The girl was dressed in a white skirt, while the boy was in a white shirt. They looked outgoing and
lively. Their brisk chats could be heard from far away,

"Hey. Let’s go to the amusement park later, the weather is fine today, what a pity not to go."

"Okay, okay, it's up to you, let's go to the amusement park."

"How about going camp at night? I bought a tent."

While talking and chatting, the bicycle passed by Grace.



"Hey! Wait a minute."

"What?" The young couple was surprised. The boy put his foot on the ground and stopped, "You call
us...?" Grace looked up and down again. The boy was handsome. His delicate brows frowned, "What’s
up?" He looked at Grace with suspicion...this, this, isn't she a lunatic?

Grace was stunned... She didn't want to stop the couple, but she couldn't help but do it.

"Are you... okay?" The girl in the back seat with beautiful short chestnut hair tilted her head, stretched
out her hand, and shook it in front of Grace.

Grace was stunned, "I..." What did she do?

Why did she suddenly stop the strangers?

"Do you want to ask for directions? It's okay, you can ask, my boyfriend is a know-how, and I am
familiar with all the road sections."

The girl's voice was youthful and energetic. Grace quickly lowered her eyelids, blinked. She raised her
hand as if inadvertently to wipe the soreness of the corners of her eyes, and then said softly,

"I, I...it will rain today. I saw the weather forecast."

After speaking, she turned around and left. Her feet were inconvenient, so it looked a little strange
when she walked. But from the perspective of her pace, it seemed she was a bit cramped.

The conversation of the little couple in the ears became further and further away.

She could hear vaguely, "Really? Does the weather forecast say it will rain today?"

The boy also looked puzzled, "Maybe... she was wrong? But she is really a kind person..."



The voice faded away. Grace gave a wry smile...A kind person?

If they knew that she had been in jail, would they still say that she was a kind person?

Grace went forward aimlessly.

When she raised her head again, Grace was stunned...

Under the banyan tree, a man in white shirt and khaki slacks came into her sight.

He stood in the shade of the tree, with his hands in the trouser pockets. He smiled at her with a
stubborn look, showing his big white teeth, so even the air seemed to be full of joy...

In a daze, she seemed to see the summer of that year.

Under a banyan tree bigger than this, the boy was dressed in a white shirt, khaki pants, and white
sneakers. Standing in the shade of the tree, she trotted over in a hurry. He looked impatient and urged
slightly,

"You are so slow. Girls are troublesome. Hurry up, if you don't hurry up, I will leave."

Although he said so, he still stood under the banyan tree, waiting for her quietly.

When did that happen?

Oh...in the third year of junior high...

Since when did the relationship between her and him become tense, unimprovable, strange and
distant?

She couldn’t remember...



"Ca..." Her eyes were blurred, and she said to the man in the shade of the tree.

Suddenly the man in the shade of the tree, with a clear voice, called her briskly, "Grace, I know that, I
can see you here."

With this brisk call, Grace trembled for a while, and came to her senses. She looked at the man under
the banyan tree with his fingers in his trouser pockets. The corner of her mouth overflowed with an
unspeakable bitter smile...

Not that man...

"Hello, Mr. Cordon."

She greeted the man under the tree politely.

Franklin Cordon grinned, relieved his white teeth, tilted his head and said to her, "Come here. Don’t
stay far away. Come to me."

He waved at her again.

Grace stepped forward slowly, "Mr. Cordon, are you waiting for me?"

If she heard it right, he did say so just now.

"Yes, I' am waiting for you." Franklin said briskly, "Grace, you haven't answered me yet. Be my
girlfriend, okay?"

Grace looked surprised.

"I went to Milan some time ago. There was a project that needed to be expedited. As soon as I arrived
in S City by plane this morning, I ran here and knew I could meet you here."



"Grace, can you be my girlfriend?"

Grace’s heartbeat speeded up. When she raised her head, she ran into a pair of shining eyes. These
eyes were completely different from those of that man. She was always slow, staring blankly at the
handsome face that was at hand.

She was confused. To quote a current catch-phrase, her brain was down.

Looked at that face blankly.

"Hey, if you keep staring at me like this, then don’t blame me for my movements."

Franklin's delighted voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

Grace shook for a moment, raised her head in a daze, and blinked, "What?"

Seeing her reaction, Franklin couldn't help laughing, "This way." When the words fell, a black shadow
was pressed down, and Grace only felt that the warmth fleeting on her lips.

"Don't blame me, you stared at me like that. Whoever can hold it back is not a man."

As Franklin said, his eyes became bright instantly, staring at Grace, "Your ears turn to be red."

It's okay if he didn't say it, as soon as he said, the roots of Grace's ears were even redder than blood.

"Grace," Franklin suddenly stretched out his hand, wrapped Grace's hands in his large palms, and held
them to his chest, "Shall we make a date?"

He had been in Milan for such a long time, and he had thought about all these things. In the end, he
was quite sure that he wanted this woman. For no reason, even she was just with red ears also made
him excited.



The fantastic touch of her lips made him be addicted.

The desire for food and sex was natural, who said a man could only fall in love with a woman because
of her appearance?

Every time he teased her, it made him feel very comfortable and happy.

"Grace, be my girlfriend." He said, "I will take care of you."


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