Chapter 818

Grace was lost in a swirl of melancholy in her bedroom when the door suddenly swung open. A familiar figure stepped inside, catching her completely off guard. She blinked, her disbelief evident. The next moment, her lips pouted, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, a soft pink hue creeping into them. A lump rose in her throat as she teetered on the brink of crying. Before a single tear could fall, Oliver had already imagined the sound of her delicate sobs echoing in his mind. He stepped further into the room, his gaze landing on Grace. She didn't have to say a word and one sight was enough for Oliver to know his fragile little wife was huddled in her sorrow. As he moved closer, Grace scrambled from one side of the bed to the other, moving with surprising agility, before climbing down and retreating to the far corner of the room near the window. Oliver paused, momentarily stunned. He hadn't even said a word, and yet she was already scared and hiding from him. He shut th