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Grace was silent when Oscar pulled her hand despite not knowing where they were headed. Vaguely, Grace smelled the smell of alcohol emanating from inside Oscar's body. Looking at Oscar's pretty messy appearance, it seems like the man hasn't had a bath since yesterday. Oscar's chaotic condition may be the cause of the man's father's wrath at him. That's Grace's guess.

They were in the elevator. Oscar still chose silence and Grace also did not want to tease the man. Whether conscious or not, Oscar still clasped his hand. Grace's attention was focused there.

It looks so snug, he whispered in his heart.

The elevator door opened, Grace flinched as Oscar pulled her over. Turns out Oscar took them to the roof of the building. Only then did Oscar let go of their hands. Uh! Grace felt something was missing.

Oscar rubbed his hair rough, his face still looking angry while his eyes implied emptiness as well as sadness. For certain things, Grace is very sensitive.

Oscar shouted, venting his anger. His shoulders were up and down with irregular breathing.

All Grace did was quietly stand behind the man, waiting until Oscar calmed down. I don't know how many minutes have passed, Oscar seems to calm down. Slowly, Grace moved closer. He took the coffee that began to cool from the canteen he had been carrying since. Stand next to Oscar and offer the coffee.

"It's not hot anymore" he said as Oscar turned to him and then to the plastic cup he was shoving.

"My second task. Coffee is also breakfast." Grace lifted her pocket.

Oscar finally published his smile, thin and faint.

"You did your job well. I happen to have no breakfast." Oscar receives the coffee and pulls Grace's hand to a place protected from the sun. He also took off his suit and put it on the floor.

"Sit down, let's say we're having a picnic" Oscar joked.

Grace immediately sat on the suit. Also he took out one by one the supply box from inside the canteen.

Oscar noticed and immediately found out if the food was brought from home.

"You cooked it?"

"Sorry to disappoint you. My mother made it" he said honestly. "I can only cook water and instant noodles. I have not yet learned the science of cooking. If I study, I can."

Oscar smiled at her smile. As far as her memory goes, Grace has not changed at all. Always what it is. From the beginning, Grace did not like to make up stories to look feminine, kind and all sorts.

"The smell is so good" Oscar muttered. His eyes were still staring at the provisions arranged in such a way and beautiful. Anyone who sees it knows there is love and compassion. When was the last time Oscar was made by his mother? Oscar took a deep breath. Remembering his mother always made his heart throb pain.

"It must have been delicious," he muttered again.

"Mom is very good at cooking. Try it, "Grace took one piece of egg roll and reflexively thrust it towards Oscar's mouth. "Gee!" he spontaneously pulled his hand back after realizing his actions.

Oscar smiled again, he pulled Grace's hand and opened his mouth. "Eating from someone else's hands will feel very good."

Grace was riveted, her blood rippling violently. Oscar ate from the feed he gave. For him, this is an incredible increase.

This is a good sign! Grace cheered in her heart.

"Hmm, this is so good." Oscar is not just about praise. The food is really good. The man takes the chopsticks out of Grace's hand and begins to enjoy the food. When was the last time you enjoyed home cooking? One year ago, when her mother was alive and when she was with Sierra. Sierra's a pretty smart woman cooking.

"If it's good, spend it. Tomorrow I'll bring him back. Just tell me what you want to eat."

"No, I won't do anything. I just have to say it to my mom. He'll be very happy to cook for us."

"Hm, I'll eat whatever you bring."

Grace nodded happily. If Oscar likes his mother's cooking, he will attract Oscar's attention with his mother's cooking. She will also start learning to cook from tomorrow. Seeing the voracious Oscar while enjoying the food he brought, he was sure if Oscar really liked home cooking. He had to make Oscar look over and be lured to him!

"Alright, leave your stomach affairs to this secretary."

"Gavin didn't forbid you from working with me?" the question he wanted to ask since he saw Grace in his office.

"At first he forbade," he admitted.

Oscar can guess. He and Oscar cannot be said to be friends, but they cannot be said to be enemies either. The two are rivals, competing healthily in any affairs since they went to school.

To be honest, Oscar was desperate to be friends with Gavin. He loved the Vasquez family. His warmth, harmony and attitude and the way Glend Vasquez protects his children.

Gavin was a very naughty man in his infancy. It is not uncommon to deal with the authorities. But Glend Vasquez was always in the vanguard defending and protecting his son. Exploring if the youth in the growth period always makes a tantrum. That is what makes Oscar amazed and envious.

When his father, Jimmy Lawrence defended him. When did the old man care about her? The only thing Jimmy cares about when Oscar does is when he thinks Oscar could ruin his good name. Ck! Oscar doesn't believe his father still has a good name. Oscar has lost respect for his father ever since he saw Jimmy making love to one of their servants at home. All her mother did was remain silent. Then go into the room. Oscar firmly believed that what his mother did that day was cry all night. Because so the next morning, he found his mother's eyes moist. But what makes him even more angry, his mother still behaves like a good wife. Providing breakfast, serving the needs of his father.

Oscar still didn't have the strength to protect his mother. He was 18 years old at the time. All he did at the time was revolt. In the end, until his mother died, Oscar could do nothing. This is what makes him angry. Angry at him and his father.

"Then you forced?" guess Oscar. The Vasquez men are very indulgent to their women. Gavin loved his sister very much.

"Yes, I can say that." Grace held out some water after Oscar swallowed the last chew in her mouth.

"Why my company?"

"Because you're here." Holy hooch! What kind of innocence is this.

Oscar was a little surprised at the spontaneity. But the next moment he laughed. His hand stretched out to shuffle his secretary's hair.

"You must be surprised to see something like that."

"Yes, a little."

"I guess you've never seen anything like it."

Grace was speechless, concerned to see Oscar's grim face. His father and brother never fought the same thing that happened between Oscar and his father.

"Once my father and Gavin argue."

"Surely what they are debating is only stock matters. Unlike what you saw earlier," Oscar took a deep breath. He looked ahead with a blank look. Grace was looking forward to seeing it.

"You telling? I'll just listen."