Chapter 13

"Alice, Yancey is something I discarded. There's no reason for me to pick him up again. If you like him that much, then hold onto him," Grace said as she raised her hand and flagged down a taxi. Her words hit Alice like a slap in the face. "Grace, do you hear yourself? You spent years chasing after Yancey, doing all kinds of embarrassing things. How can you say you don't want him? He just never wanted you! He told me in bed that he's never even kissed you. Imagine that! You have zero appeal!" Grace's hand was already resting on the taxi door. Upon hearing those words, she chuckled. "If a woman's worth is measured by how many times she's been slept with, then shouldn't prostitutes be the most attractive people in the world? Have you ever considered… it might just be about convenience?" The roundabout insult hit Alice hard, right in her sore spot. Her face turned pale in an instant. "You!" She raised her hand to slap Grace, but Grace caught her wrist effortlessly. While looking a