Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

Martha and her friend didn't mean to raise before Greta accepted their apology.

More and more students entered the classroom, and more and more amazing glances gathered around Martha and her friend.

In the end, even the teacher of the class came and saw them pleading with Greta.

"What are you doing?" The teacher was shocked.

Greta frowned at the two girls, "Okay, I won't attack unless I am attacked. Just forget it and don't mess with me. Now go back to your seat."

Martha and her friend hurried back to their seats with relief.

After class, the dean came to Greta, who had just walked out of the classroom.

He said that the school had already known that it was not her fault and she would not be demerited. He told her to focus on her study, and he had warned Martha and her friends not to provoke her again.

After the dean left, Greta fell into silence thoughtfully. She didn't expect this matter so smoothly resolved.

Martha couldn't apologize to her and explain to the school of her own volition.

Did her uncle help?

Just then, Martha came out of the classroom with a satchel over her shoulder. She shivered when she met Greta's eyes.

"Wait," Greta took two steps forward and blocked her way.

"What's the matter?" Martha asked timidly.

Greta pulled Martha to a corner in an irresponsible manner.

"Did someone ask you to apologize to me and explain to the school?" She asked coldly.

Martha was silent. Yesterday, before the man left, he had warned her not to mention this to Greta.

The coolness of the young man's eagle-eyed eyes still haunted her, and the cruelty with which he had cut off her hair gave Martha a nightmare that night.

However, her answer, Greta knew, was yes.

"Did my uncle threaten you?" Greta raised her eyebrows.

Martha hesitated, unable to explain.

Greta, with her back to the coming and going students, took a Swiss army knife from her coat.

"Out with it." She held the knife against Martha's waist.

Although she had already said goodbye to her past life, she was used to carrying a weapon of defense with her, which may be the reason for the lack of security.

Martha's face went white, and sweat ran off her forehead. She tried to call out but bit her lip when Greta's cold eyes met hers.

"No, not your uncle..." She said in a trembling voice.

"Who is that?" Greta wondered.

Martha was in a dilemma. That man was not easy to mess with, but Greta couldn't be fooled either.

"If you don't say it, I'll scratch your face," Greta threatened.

Martha broke into a cold sweat and could only say, "It was a young man... I don't know who he is. Yesterday, he popped up at the school gate and threatened us to do it. But he shouldn't be your uncle..."

"A young man? What does he look like? How old is he?" Greta asked incredulously.

"Twenty-three or four... Very young..." Martha tried to describe the man's appearance.

Greta's heart beat violently as Martha represented that man.

Why did the man in Martha's description sound like a person?

It was impossible. That man should have died long ago.

But besides that man, who else in the world would care about her so much and tried to protect her from being hurt?

She did her best to calm herself, but she was still a little distracted.

Martha struggled free as she relaxed and ran away.

Greta stayed in place for a long time before she turned and left the teaching building.

***

It was a lovely Sunday.

During breakfast, George mentioned the blind date again.

"Greta, it's a nice day, and you have no class. Would you like to have dinner with the young master of the Stewart family today?"

Why hadn't this young gentleman left? Greta, unable to laugh, interrupted George's thought hurriedly, "Grandpa, since the weather is so beautiful today, why don't we go to the cemetery to visit my parents' grave?"

Since Greta came back, George had moved Jennifer's grave from the village to LA to be buried with his eldest son, Geoffrey.

It was his son's wish as well as Greta's.

And it was the only thing he could do to make up for them.

Although they were never formally married in life, they were able to stay together after death.

Besides, their daughter was still living in the world, and they could close their eyes.

After rebuilding their grave, George took Greta to see them almost every week when they were free.

Knowing that his granddaughter was trying to change the subject, George just nodded and didn't push her.

After breakfast, George and Greta went to the cemetery of the Sterling family.

As usual, Greta stood in front of her parents' grave with her grandfather, listening to him talk to her parents.

"Geoffrey, Jennifer, your daughter has been studying at UCLA for almost a month. She's excellent and sensible. Everything is going well in her study and life, and you can rest assured."

Greta gazed at the picture of her parents on the gravestone, whispering, "Dad, Mom, I'm fine. My grandpa and uncle are very kind to me. I miss you so much…"

Before, she could only see the photos of her parents in the necklace left by her mother. After returning to the Sterling family, she saw many photos of her father, and many photos of her mother were also collected in her father's old study.

Greta and her grandfather stayed and talked till noon.

George patted Greta's hand and said, "Greta, it's time for lunch. Let's get back and see them next week."

Greta nodded, glanced at her parents' grave, whispered goodbye, and turned to George, "Grandpa, you get in the car first, and I'll be right back."

George looked at her as if he knew what she was up to. "Another visit to your friend, right?"

When her parents' grave was repaired, Greta asked if she could make a cenotaph in the cemetery. George and Dylan were surprised and asked for whom she made that. Greta said that it was for an old friend who died because of her, but she didn't say much more.

It was not proper to build a tomb for a stranger here, but George pampered his granddaughter and agreed without asking more.