No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1935: Hayes Edwards Extra (92)

In such a narrow space, Hayes Edwards’ height was quite imposing.

Grace Winter thought to herself, he seems to have grown taller again; she only reached his neck.

"You’re blocking my way."

Hayes’ words pulled her thoughts back.

She tightened her grip on the cake box in her hand and silently moved a small step to the side, "Do you want to go out?"

Hayes nodded lazily with a response, "I’m leaving."

"Okay." Grace watched his back as he entered the elevator, and the cake she was holding still wasn’t given.

She turned around somewhat disappointed to go home. Just as she took out her key, the elevator door that was about to close opened again.

Hayes’s voice came, "I didn’t have breakfast."

She turned her head, stunned for a second, then hurriedly ran over, handing out the cake box in her hands, "Cake, I made it myself."

Hayes looked down and commented playfully, "Is it edible?"

He paused after speaking, just about to explain, when Grace said, "It’s edible, it’s edible, I tried it myself."

They had been standing there so long that the elevator started beeping.

Hayes accepted the cake and asked, "Will you be at home this evening?"

Grace replied that she would.

Hayes released the elevator button without explaining the previous matter and straightforwardly said, "I’m leaving."

"Okay." Grace stood outside the elevator and waved to him.

Her smile was just like before.

Hayes took the cake to his work studio, and as soon as Harry Huston saw it, he came over curious.

"Brother Edwards, who gave you the cake?"

Hayes took off his jacket and put it aside, casually replied, "Bought it by the roadside."

He placed the cake on his desk. Just the sight of the exquisite packaging box with a sweet creamy smell was inviting.

Harry had just eaten breakfast but looked a bit tempted, "Brother Edwards, where’d you buy this? It looks quite tasty; I want to buy one too."

Hayes paused his hand holding a pen, and seemed to smile, "Just this one, no more for sale."

"Could it be that cakes are limited editions now?" Harry mused, rubbing his chin.

Harry and the others still didn’t know that Grace had returned. Not long after she went abroad back then, she lost contact with everyone, and due to various piled-up matters,

by the time she sorted everything out, she had already settled abroad.

She stayed there for five years.

After returning five years later, it seemed like many things had changed; the train station was renovated, and there were many new buildings along the streets, and the former Dawn Light Middle School had changed its name.

Yet, their neighborhood had remained unchanged for all these years.

Only the playmates from back then, who knows if they could still be found.

Grace had been waiting at home all evening.

Hayes parked his car downstairs, just about to call her down when he realized that he no longer had her contact information.

Half of his good mood disappeared.

He could only go upstairs to knock on the door.

The door opened, and Grace stood inside, wearing a fuzzy coat, her hair in a bun, with stray hairs adorably frazzled.

When she saw Hayes, her eyes filled with laughter, "Hayes Edwards, are we going out?"

She had already changed her clothes.

Yesterday Hayes was still thinking that perhaps even if they met one day, they might not recognize each other, but now he felt his worries were unnecessary.

It would be impossible not to recognize her.

"Let’s go," he said.

Grace happily followed him out the door.

Just like before, everything seemed new and exciting to her.