Mommy Alert! The CEO Daddy Won't Stop Courting-Chapter 466: Grace, I know everything that happened 6 years ago...
The engagement ring he specially ordered was locked away in the safe at the bar’s office.
He came by now to retrieve it for tomorrow.
But on his way to the bar’s office, a casual glance caught him by surprise as he saw Grace Quarters, sitting alone in the bar booth, drinking in melancholy...
The door to Grace Quarters’ booth was open.
She wore a white gauze dress and quietly sat on the sofa inside the booth, silently shedding tears as she drank her glass of liquor.
The dress was spacious, making her already slender figure appear even more delicate and fragile.
Her complexion was as pale as always, an unhealthy, sickly kind of white.
Just like Lin Daiyu from "Dream of the Red Chamber": two eyebrows that seem to knit with worry, eyes half-open and misty. Her cheeks are stained with sadness, and her young body is frail. Tears like rain, and a soft sigh. Tranquil like a delicate flower reflecting in water when still, swaying like a weak willow caressed by the wind in motion...
Recalling the truth from six years ago, seeing the frail girl before him, Malcom Moore couldn’t help but walk inside.
As he approached, he softly called out, "Grace."
Upon hearing the familiar soft call, Grace Quarters turned her head, dazed.
In her blurry, tear-filled vision appeared the silhouette she had been longing for.
Everything felt like a lifetime ago, everything seemed like a dream...
Was it really him?
Had he truly appeared before her, not just in her dreams or imagination?
Was he really calling her?
Just like six years ago, gently calling her "Grace?"
Malcom Moore stopped beside Grace Quarters, seeing the half-empty bottle of red wine on the table, he furrowed his handsome brows.
He looked at the girl staring blankly at him and gently asked, "What’s wrong, Grace? Why did you drink so much?"
Hearing the familiar voice of the man again, Grace Quarters seemed to finally discern: this wasn’t her dream, nor her fantasy, he really had come?
Tears at the corner of her eyes flowed uncontrollably, becoming even more intense.
She gazed wistfully at Malcom Moore, lovingly whispering, "Malcom, is it really you? You’ve come."
Looking at Grace Quarters, Malcom Moore thought she must be drunk, right?
The Grace Quarters he knew was proud.
No matter how much grievance or sadness, she would bear it silently, never showing a trace in front of others.
In front of him, she was always flawless, always beautiful.
The time spent with her always gave him a sense of tranquil years.
So her sudden departure left him unable to accept it, causing him to indulge himself for six years.
He understood her, even if she still loved him, if she knew he no longer did, she would never pester him, never reveal her feelings to him.
She’d only melancholically hide all her words in her heart, quietly wishing him well.
It was her gentle and selfless nature, always burying things deep within and bearing them silently, that made him cherish her even more.
But all this was in the past.
Now, another girl occupies his heart.
And he realized, although Grace Quarters was perfect six years ago, instilling a sense of sacred untouchability within him.
He loved her, cherished her, wanted to protect her always, wanted to see her smile... but never once had the desire to touch her, not even once.
But Luna was different; he loved Luna, constantly wanting to express his love for her physically.
Previously, he might not have understood but now he did.
Grace Quarters simply happened to appear during his youthful days, becoming his emotional reliance by chance... their subsequent interactions made him think he was irresistibly in love with her.
But it wasn’t so.
Perhaps Grace Quarters was merely family to him, merely an obsession.
Those years he lacked someone, someone who could provide a motherly warmth, someone who could listen to all his troubles.
He didn’t love her, but needed a warmth.
Her departure, like his mother’s sudden death, deeply wounded him.
He couldn’t let go, indulging himself daily, until he met Luna six years later—his true love for life.
Before, he couldn’t understand, but after hearing Ivy Wood recount the truth from six years ago, recalling the bits and pieces with Grace Quarters, he finally understood.
He didn’t feel rage or jealousy about Grace Quarters being violated, but rather regret.
But if anyone violated Luna, he would kill them!
Perhaps if Grace Quarters hadn’t left back then, he would have eventually married her, and they would walk through life hand in hand.
But now Luna had appeared and occupies his heart.
He’s clearly aware that he’s truly fallen for Luna, irredeemably, with no room for anyone else.
Since they encountered each other, everything from six years ago should be settled today.
With this thought, Malcom Moore sat down beside Grace Quarters.
He took the wine glass from the girl’s hand, looked at her drunken and blurred face, and slowly said, "Grace, I know everything from six years ago."
Grace Quarters was shocked, forgetting all reactions.
He knows everything.
What about him?
Malcom Moore seemed not to notice her shock and continued, "Whatever happened in the past is past. You need to take care of yourself and live well. From now on, I’ll be your family, your brother. If you ever need help, you can come to me."
Family, brother?
Ha, but she didn’t want that!
A bitter smile appeared on Grace Quarters’ face.
She looked at Malcom Moore, nostalgically asking, "Malcom, if I hadn’t hidden everything from you back then, told you everything, would you blame me?"
Malcom Moore shook his head, clearly replying, "No, after all, it wasn’t your intention."
After speaking, not waiting for Grace Quarters to say anything, Malcom Moore added, "But it’s all in the past, time doesn’t rewind, we have to look forward after all."
Hearing Malcom Moore’s words, Grace Quarters’ eyes grew more pained.
Turns out she had truly erred.
She erred by overthinking, not revealing everything to him back then.
Even more so by being overly confident, thinking he would still love her, waiting for her return even if she left.
But...
She ultimately misjudged herself, misjudged him.
But, is it truly irredeemable?
Isn’t it that she still loves him?
He loved her for so long, wasted so much time for her, could he truly just forget?
Grace Quarters looked at Malcom Moore, reminiscing about their first meeting, "Malcom, do you remember? The first time I saw you, you were drunk... I stayed with you all night?"
...
The two chatted in the booth.
Grace Quarters mentioned their initial acquaintance, reminiscing about the beauty of their past romance.
