I've Been There Before Chapter 104 Franklin, Franklin! What A Heartache!

In the summer of the third year of junior high school, she said, "Caden, be my boyfriend and take care
of me."

The young man in the white shirt turned his head, looked at her with his clear eyes, and said nothing.
Turning around and leaving, she chased after him and grasped his palm from behind, "You’re mean. It’s
easy to support me, can’t you do it?"

Grace still remembered the boy's answer.

He said, "It's not I can’t support you, but that you are not the right person to me." After speaking, he
turned around and let her hold his palm, leading her to the school gate.

Grace remembered that she glanced at the entangled palms of the two at that time. Then what was she
doing at that time?

Oh...she remembered.

At that time, she thought, "If I am not the right person, Caden, why don't you let go of my hand?"

She took his arm affectionately from behind and got close to him, smiling, "Caden. If I am not the right
person, then there will be no such right person in this world."

...

"Grace? Grace?" Franklin called twice and felt a little dissatisfied that she was distracted again... There
was a trace of loss in his eyes. It seemed to be another person living in this woman's heart, and this
person appeared earlier than him in her life.

But in the next second, the brilliance in his eyes came back again. He put her palms in his,



"Try it, just give me a chance. Trust me, I won't let you shed another tear."

…

Grace's shoulders trembled, and there was a trace of yearning under her eyes. When she raised her
head, she saw Franklin's sincere face again. She suddenly felt that her palms were so hot and painful
that she threw away Franklin's hands and put both her hands behind back. Then she stepped back a
few steps quickly, and moved a little away from Franklin. She stared at Franklin with her black eyes
blinking.

"Say something... Grace, you can't escape."

He drew closer, and Grace took a few steps back.

Franklin's eyes gleamed, and he moved closer.

Grace also stepped back.

Franklin couldn't bear it anymore, stretched out his long arms, and brought her in front of him. He
wrapped his arms around her waist immediately and confined her in front of him, "Grace, don't try to
escape. I won't give you an opportunity to escape."

She didn't escape... Just as Caden said back then. If it was not the right person, there was no need to
escape.

Suddenly, there was a glimmer of understanding in Grace's mind... It turned out that the reason why the
person didn't throw away her palm and let her hold his hand was just because she was not the right
person, so he didn’t care her at all.

Thinking about it this way, the more frustrated and bolder she had been for so many years... was just a
joke after another.



Franklin frowned...This woman had been in a daze for the third time today.

Unable to say how he felt at the moment, Franklin leaned down and kissed Grace's lips.

"It's Caden Shaw, right?"

Suddenly, he asked.

Grace trembled.

Franklin smiled, but didn’t look pleasant with this smile, "Grace, forget him, no matter what kind of past
you and him have, it is painful."

Grace seemed to be sensitive, raised her head and asked, "How can you be sure that it is all painful?"

Franklin stared at Grace who was in his arms... This woman probably didn't know, the expression on
her face at the moment was hostile. Franklin hooked his mouth slightly... He thought, "It doesn't matter,
he will let her forget the bastard, Caden Shaw."

"Are there any happy things in your past? If so, why do I see despair on your face? "

"..." Grace was speechless and kept silent.

"Grace, you at least try it. Even if you don't agree to be my girlfriend now, just give yourself a chance to
accept and embrace happiness.

"You can't live in memory, in the past, in your own little world forever."

"Grace, forget him. No matter what kind of memories or pasts you have between you and Caden, I
firmly believe that those unpleasant pasts and memories will be replaced and filled with happy
memories between you and me."



For a moment, Grace hesitated...Happiness, who could refuse it? Grace was also bewitched by the
beautiful word.

"Ok..." When she just wanted to promise him, she suddenly sobered up, "No."

Happiness, who didn't want to get it.

But was she worthy?

Was she still worthy of what everyone wanted in this world?

"Grace?" Franklin whispered her name in disbelief, "Why?"

Why didn't this woman even give him a chance?

"Is Caden so important to you?"

He looked at the woman in front of him.

The woman lowered her head, staring at her toes blankly, a trace of bitterness spread... she thought,
"Franklin, do you really know what I am like?"

"Do you really understand me, the person you confessed, standing in front of you at this moment? Is
she a living person who has a body and mind and really lives under the sun in the world, or just has a
human body with perished soul?"

"Do you really know who I am, what I have done, and what am I carrying?"

"Do you really think that someone like me... can still hope for happiness?"

"…Sorry."



Franklin felt upset. He leaned down recalcitrantly. His gentle lips covered the pale lips, and he
deepened the kiss.

Grace did not move, letting the man in front kiss her.

After a kiss, Franklin raised his head, "See, you didn't refuse me." The seriousness and stubbornness
in his eyes made Grace afraid to look at him directly.

With a guilty conscience, she lowered her eyes to cover the emotions in her eyes, then said softly.

"Mr. Cordon, have you forgotten what I do? Although I have been in the industry for a short time, I also
know the principle of customer first. Have you heard of a harlot would refuse her client, Mr. Cordon?"

Franklin's face turned pale.

He retorted dissatisfiedly, "Then when you walked over there just now, when you first saw me, what
happened to that look?"

"Grace, would a harlot look at her clients with such affectional eyes?"

Grace raised her eyes and took a serious look at Franklin. Her gaze was concentrated but inexplicable.
Franklin was attracted by her eyes and his heart raced.

He also lowered his head, focusing his eyes on the face of the woman in his arms, as if waiting for
Grace's answer.

After a long while, Grace sighed lightly, looked at Franklin indifferently and lightly and said.

"That year, the boy I liked, standing under the banyan tree, happened to be wearing a white shirt. From
then on, I fell in love with the white shirt."



"Today, wearing a white shirt, you happened to be standing under the banyan tree. I was lost and
plunged into the memory."

"Therefore, it has nothing to do with you."

A trace of loneliness flashed on Franklin’s handsome face. Then after an blink of eye, he smiled
stubbornly again, with brilliance in his eyes. As soon as his arms moved, he brought the woman in his
arms closer. In front of him easily. He lowered his head on her lips, and took another peck.

"Then you treat me as a client, Grace."


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