Chapter Fifty Seven

The cold air was increasingly piercing, the darkness of the night continued to lead the clock until it showed twelve o'clock.The sound of a giant clock ticking from inside the hotel could be heard clearly in their ears.

The innkeepers who were enjoying the atmosphere of the rising moon had left the hotel grounds and returned to their room to sleep under the covers.But Grace and Mr.Charmond were still holding on without moving a bit, the woman was in the arms of a man who didn't look cold at all.

They should have gone into the room like the other inns, because the cold weather in California is a little different from their country.

"Since when do you know Mr.Emeron as your father?" Mr.Charmond asked curiously. Their conversation was still about Grace's condition as a blood child, the largest heir in England.

"I knew it since he gave me a piece of candy and some chocolate in front of the school, when I was five years old. It's so crazy, I actually feel happy because I want what Mr.Emero