Chapter 3
The moment those words left his mouth, Owen’s brow furrowed, and his eyes turned cloudy as he looked at Grace.
After a long pause, his lips parted slightly. “She has nowhere to go. Pick another one.”
Nowhere to go?
Grace couldn’t believe the ridiculous words coming from Owen’s mouth.
From what she knew, Owen owned three properties!
It wasn’t that he couldn’t make Hannah leave. He didn’t want to.
The frustration of this subtle test was enough to break Grace.
Her eyes welled up with tears. “I don’t have any other requests. Just this.”
Owen glanced at her again, his face as cold as ever.
He remained firm in his stance.
“Everything else is up for discussion, but not this.”
That’s all.
The room fell into an oppressive silence.
Grace felt a heavy weight on her chest, to the point it made her breathing hard and suffocating.
At that moment, footsteps echoed from the stairs. Instinctively, Grace turned around, and Hannah walked toward them in a men’s bathrobe.
Grace’s eyes widened.
She bought that bathrobe for Owen. And now Hannah was wearing it!
The anger hit her like a wave. Without thinking, she marched forward and yanked at Hannah’s collar. “Why are you wearing Owen’s bathrobe?”
All Grace could think at that moment was that they had crossed a line.
Hannah’s smooth neck was exposed, but luckily, there were no visible marks.
Grace felt a small sense of relief.
But Hannah quickly covered her neck and screamed, “What are you doing?!”
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“She just borrowed my bathroom,” he said, his tone so calm it was almost absurd.
Grace didn’t buy it for a second.
She stared at him, her eyes cold and sharp.
Then, to her surprise, she chuckled bitterly, her expression a mix of sarcasm and sadness.
“Since when is it okay for someone to use your bathroom and wear your clothes like that?
“And besides, you have a thing about cleanliness. You never let me touch your stuff.”
Owen faltered for a moment as if taken off guard. But before he could say anything, Hannah stuck her head out, scoffing. “You’re overreacting.
“I’ve known Owen my whole life. We grew up together, slept in the same bed since we were kids.”
Owen had never once shared a bed with Grace.
The words hit Grace like a knife to the chest. It hurt so much that she couldn’t stop herself from shaking.
She glared at Owen, her voice icy with a demand for answers. “Owen, tell me, is this normal?”
The unspoken tension filled the room as if Grace had just shattered the delicate illusion between them.
Owen’s expression darkened. He seemed increasingly frustrated. “Don’t look at me like that. It’s not what you think. Hannah is adopted. She’s not related to me by blood.”
Grace froze. This bombshell left her speechless.
She stood frozen, watching helplessly as Owen shielded Hannah and led her upstairs.
He did it carefully and with restraint, like someone wanting to get close but unable to, struggling to hold back. It was a side of Owen that Grace had never seen before.
In his heart, Hannah was different.
The realization hit her hard. Grace’s eyes teared up, and her heart felt as if it were being torn apart.
In the days that followed…
After her ovulation period ended, Owen stopped coming to Grace’s room. Their relationship fell back into its cold, distant, and business-like rhythm.
In the conference room of the Morgan Group.
Grace sat across from Owen, watching him lead the discussion on a project between the Morgan Group and the Spencer Group.
“The plot of land on the outskirts…”
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Chapter 3
Before he could finish, loud noises erupted from the door.
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Grace looked over in confusion, just in time to see Hannah storming in. Without hesitation, she slapped Grace across
the face.
“Grace, it was you. You’re the one who called my mom and had me kicked out!”
