My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict!

hapter 65

The cold glint in Jason’s dark eyes sent shivers down Sean’s spine.

“What gave you the impression you were permitted to ask questions?” Terrence remarked. “When you shouldn’t ask something, don’t.” Terrence shoulder-nudged Sean toward the door. Beneath his breath, he muttered, “How can you not understand this, Mr. Stevens?”

Sean’s face went pale and he left feeling embarrassed.

That one question could’ve been a serious misstep on his behalf.

Sweat beaded on his brown as Terrence opened his car door.

Jason leaned against the back of the sofa and took out a cheap mobile phone. There was only one number in the contacts list.

He pressed that number. After a while, a gentle female voice sounded from the other end of the phone.

“Sister,” he said slowly. “What do you want to eat for dinner? I’ll bring it back for you,” he said softly. The coldness in his eyes was replaced with tenderness.

At night, Grace was wiping the photo frame that held her mother’s photo with a paper towel. She had gone to buy a small desk just to house this photo and she made it a point to dust it

with the CumminsFamily. This photo was the only item she had left with which to reminisce about her mother.

Jason sat to one side, looking at her

a… uh, a bus ticket?” Grace asked. In the past two days, many of her colleagues from the Sanitation Service Center had been struggling to get tickets for the journey back home to celebrate Thanksgiving with

don’t have a

Grace said. She nodded once. “I can pick one up

tomorrow.”

was trying to ask. “I don’t need to buy any tickets.”

don’t have to go home?” she asked

from here, I don’t have a home.” Even though he had stayed in the Reed Residence for so many years, he had never felt at home there.

he had said that he had no family, but… didn’t people normally have relatives or

smiled faintly and said,

they were grandfather and grandson, family affection was something that didn’t exist

enough, grandfather wouldn’t care about anything else. But if he ever disappointed the

half of the blood in his body

him because of it. He remembered how when he was a child, grandfather had looked at him in disgust several times and said with a ferocious. expression, “Why do you have that woman’s blood in

Jason had been beaten by his grandfather many times already. The infractions ranged from a less than perfect score on a

grown up and begun to show his