His Jealous Adopted Sister

We had been in love for five years, and Shawn Chandler doted on me.

Everyone in the industry was envious of me.

But he never proposed to me.

When Shawn finally did so, it was on the day when Viola Chandler, his adopted sister, crashed the car, and killed a man.

Shawn knelt down on one knee in front of me and put a ring on my finger.

"Gracie, can you take the blame and go to jail for Viola? I promise, when you are released, I will marry you."

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"I will marry you" is supposed to be the most beautiful confession of love any woman dreams of hearing.

But Shawn Chandler said it to me in the cruelest way possible.

I didn’t want to take the blame for Viola Chandler.

Shawn could see my hesitation.

He pulled me into a hug and tried to persuade me.

"Viola has just been admitted to her dream university, and it is just the beginning of her future. She cannot afford to go to jail. It would ruin her."

But I have also just found out that I have successfully passed the entrance exam for postgraduate studies too.

It is also the beginning of my future.

What should I do?

I had been in love with Shawn for five years.

Everyone in the industry believed that he doted on me dearly.

Only I knew how much I had done for him.

I did everything I could to make everyone around him like me, just so he would marry me.

Shawn knew me too well.

He knew that I was reluctant to give up this opportunity of becoming his wife.

I stroked Shawn’s helpless eyes tenderly.

"Okay, I promise you, but on one condition.

"If I go to jail, Viola has to leave the Chandler family. What I do will settle the score, and we no longer owe her anything."

Shawn closed his eyes and seemed to be torn for a long time.

Finally, he kissed me, and said, "Okay."

…

When I was finally released and left prison, Shawn was standing under a tree near the gate, making a phone call with his body turned sideways.

He was wearing a pair of sunglasses, showing his well-defined profile.

The warm summer breeze carried his husky voice to my ears.

"Okay... just make whatever you like to eat. Gracie isn’t picky..."

He rambled on some more, and only hung up the phone when he realized that I was already standing by his side.

He pulled me into his arms and hugged me.

"Gracie, you have lost a lot of weight."

I took off his sunglasses.

His eyes, which I loved the most, still looked bottomless to me.

They were intoxicating for me.

Shawn picked me up and sat me down in the front passenger seat before going around the front of the car to get in the driver’s seat.

"Shawn, why isn’t my dad here?" I asked.

I hadn't heard from Robert Fox, my father, for a year already.

Before that, my father would visit me every month and write me letters.

But a year ago, he stopped visiting me and sending me letters suddenly.

Shawn's hand on the steering wheel tightened.

"Gracie, let's talk about it when we get home."

I tugged on his sleeve, refusing to let go.

"Shawn, tell me, what happened to my dad?"

Shawn remained silent for a moment before confessing to...