My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict!

Chapter 37

Jason hugged her.

He lowered his head and gently placed his cheek against her neck. She wasn’t kidding about the smell, but beneath the sharp. garbage scent, her skin smelled like her.

Lily had intentionally made things difficult for her today and he’d hated that she was not only upset by Lily’s antics but also forced to labor so terribly. She leaned against him, tired and weak. And he hated that too.

“Sister, no matter what odor you have on your body, you don’t have to stay away from me.”

“But…” Grace squirmed with embarrassment and Jay didn’t know if it was because of the way she smelled or his hug.

“Since we’ve already promised to depend on each other, then what is there to avoid? Does it mean that one day if I smell or sweat, you will deliberately stay away from me?” he retorted.

Grace remained silent for a while. She then took a deep breath and said, “All right, I understand. I won’t do it again.”

He nodded victoriously. “Come, it’s cold.” He held her hand and return to the cramped apartment.

“You go shower and change, I will make dinner.”

She tilted her head at him, no doubt wondering if he could cook. And she wasn’t wrong, he had virtually no experience in the kitchen, but cooking was based on measurements and cooking times. He was an engineer by nature, he understood numbers.

“Go,” he insisted, pushing her forward.

bathroom and closed the

sleeves

their close to an hour. And though he’d done a decent job of cooking the meat and

to notice and she ate with relish.

happened today?” Jason

hesitated and she chewed slowly

But given all the people and all the workers and police involved, I’m

I want

she recounted the whole

him.

to her in silence. Once she was done narrating, he

the question. “There’s nothing

she was just making trouble, wasn’t she? Why aren’t you

no point in getting angry,” she replied.

they studied her. He shifted and his hair covered

A billionaire or something, and either for his money or influence, people want

said.

Jason

of people who ingratiated themselves to him by hurting me in prison. If I got angry over everything, then, other than ultimately angering myself to death, there would be no other benefit from it.”

into her bowl. It might have been said

started to twinge.