Chapter 68 Grayson

• GRAYSON
• “How about you hand me those bags, I can help you.” I called to her. The bags almost swallowed her entire frame, yet she struggled and huffed, refusing my help incessantly. Every huff that escaped her lips, every forced step forward, it felt like I was being squeezed with giant tweezers, making it impossible to breathe.
• I couldn’t take it anymore, I reached for the first bag closest to me, but as expected, she risked dropping the other bags just so she could slap my hand off. So fucking stubborn.