My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 1288: Rebellion

Chapter 1288: Rebellion

Horace sighed silently, his words filled with concern for Grace. Deep down, he hoped that Grace would

become independent, unaffected by anyone's words or actions, and never compelled to do things she

disliked due to threats or coercion.

Just like she is now, relaxed and true to herself.

A person can only love others if they love themselves enough.

Otherwise, constantly being asked to do this and that, they would forever remain like a puppet with no

life of their own.

If the parents of the Armstrong family grew old and Grace married and had children as they wished,

what would happen after they were gone? What would she encounter? Would she have to endure a

lifetime of suppressing her true desires?

In truth, Horace never initially thought of being with Grace because he knew very well that they were

not on the same path. However, after getting to know her, he discovered that she had a rebellious

nature deep within her, but no one was there to encourage her.

Being able to come this far and continuing into the future, he felt fortunate and wanted to cherish it,

while also helping Grace become better.

Horace's concerns were not unfounded. After all, Grace belonged to the Armstrong family and had Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

been oppressed by Brody Page for many years, developing certain habits.

Ayan spoke softly, "If you want Grace to live her own way, I have a suggestion."

"What is it?"

"Let her have more conversations with Camille. Through those conversations, she will gradually

understand that filial piety towards parents doesn't mean blindly pleasing and obeying them. On the

contrary, her actions are not disrespectful towards her parents, as not everyone is infallible, and not

everything they do is wise." Ayan looked at Horace and continued, "Although Camille and Grace are

not particularly close, Camille has supported and trusted Grace since she was young, pushing her

forward. So, Grace has a high level of trust in Camille. If you truly want Grace to become rational and

clear-headed after returning home, Camille is her best help."

Horace nodded in agreement, but there was a solemn expression on his face. He took a silent breath

and spoke with a subdued voice, "Mr. Simpson knows the Armstrong family quite well. Do you think if I

marry Grace, the Armstrong family would propose any conditions? Or would they simply not approve?"

Ayan looked at Horace with surprise in his eyes and asked, "Are you planning to get married?"

"I have that idea, but there are many obstacles ahead. Don't I need to learn from Mr. Simpson?"

Horace chuckled lightly.

Ayan said, "I can't share any experience with you on that matter. I'm still trying my best."

The two of them were now in the same boat.

After salvaging the seafood, they returned to the hotel. Each of the luxury private rooms had a

dedicated kitchen, and a clean glass allowed them to see how the seafood was processed and served.

Fresh seafood, after the simplest preparation, was indeed incredibly delicious.

For the people present, it was much tastier than Western cuisine.

After lunch, they sat and drank tea for a while. Of course, they had brought their own tea.

After finishing the tea, it was already afternoon.

Ayan had something to attend to, so he left with Kian and returned to the hotel.

Once the two of them left, Grace and Horace planned to have a private meeting later, without disturbing

Horace's two sisters.

Grace and Horace didn't drive, they simply held hands and walked away from the restaurant.

As they walked hand in hand, Horace asked in a gentle voice, "Are you still adjusting well here?"

After meeting, they didn't have much time for such quiet conversations. The process was always more

passionate, so this slow-paced atmosphere could only be found in moments like these.

Grace nodded lightly and replied in a soft voice, "At first, I wasn't used to it, but then I gradually got

used to it. Now I'm completely accustomed to everything here. Maybe in a while, I won't want to leave."

As she spoke, a bitter smile appeared on her face, revealing that she didn't want to leave anymore.

Horace looked at her with great distress. His brows furrowed tightly, and his deep eyes filled with a

solemn gloom. In a low, hoarse voice, he said, "Do you want to go back with me? This time!"

He emphasized the three words "this time" in his tone.

This caught Grace off guard, and she was somewhat surprised as she asked, "This time?"

Grace seemed unable to believe it. After all, she never thought she would be returning home so soon.

She had just enrolled in an art class because she wanted to excel like Camille and have her own

hobby.

In fact, she had loved drawing since she was a child, but Page didn't approve of it. So she had always

suppressed her passion and chose to follow Page's arrangements, liking piano and dance.

Over the years, she had put a lot of effort into these hobbies she didn't really enjoy, and she had to

excel at each one. Otherwise, Page would be unhappy.

Now, Grace had encountered an opportunity to choose what she truly loved, so she wanted to stick

with it. With a hesitant and conflicted expression, she looked at Horace and asked, "Do I have to go

back with you this time?"

Horace would never force her or make a decision without giving her a chance to consider. He said, "No

rush, take your time to think. After all, I still have to stay for a few more days."

Grace didn't respond immediately. She just nodded lightly, but her expression grew heavier. After a few

minutes had passed like this, the two of them continued walking hand in hand. Read at

Suddenly, Grace halted her steps, turned to face Horace, and said earnestly, "Horace, I... I don't want

to go back now."

Horace held Grace's hand and instinctively exerted more strength. His emotions were enough to

convey how excited he felt in his heart. Facing Grace, he sincerely said words that deeply moved her.

Grace asked, "So you support me, right?"