My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict!

Chapter 9

After coming out of the hospital, Terrence asked, “Mr. Reed, do you want to go back to the mansion, or…?”

“Back to the Westside,” Jason said absently.

The Westside was where Grace lived. Terrence didn’t know how long his own superior was planning to stay in that small rental apartment. With that damaged woman.

Then a thought occurred to him… maybe Jason wasn’t as calm as he pretended to be. Maybe he indeed intended to seek his revenge and his time spent with this Grace woman was only in preparation for …something.

On the way to the Westside, at a traffic light intersection, Terrence suddenly noticed something. “Uh, Mr. Reed, Miss Cummins is on the side of the road.”

Jason turned his head and saw a slender figure sweeping the garbage with a broom at the side of the road.

She was wearing a fluorescent work suit with a simple ponytail. Because of the cold weather, every breath she exhaled was accompanied by white vapor.

At this moment, an electric bike sped by, trying to catch the green light. It bumped into Grace’s leg and made her fall to the ground.

However, the person riding the electric bike didn’t stop but simply rode away.

“Mr. Reed, do you want to find out who the owner of this electric bike is and make him take responsibility?” Considering his actions when Grace had gotten drunk and been beaten up, Terence assumed Jason would stand up for her again.

Jason’s gaze fixed on the woman who had fallen to the ground outside the car window.

His grandfather’s voice rang out again in his mind: “Remember what you have said today. Do not act like him…”

He would never care about a woman like his father did. It was just a game, and right now he was not Jason Reed, but only some random stranger, so why would he care about a sanitation worker named Grace?

no need to worry about it,” he said

Terrence was stunned.

light turned green, and the car continued

this moment, Claire helped Grace to her feet and said, “Grace, are you alright? Do you

and checked her injury. There was no bleeding. There were only some heavy swellings where her ankle had been scratched. “No need. It’s just a bruise. I’ll

diminish, go and get checked out,” Claire said, and then she swore at the driver who had done the

friend and then

the evening, at the end of her shift, Grace returned home. As soon as she entered the room, she saw a

The man stood and

what she wanted was just a

was having someone that cared about her in it that made this house

me a

then watched her limp across the room to the

foot?” he asked, even though he already

but her face would change slightly with every few steps

be better to clean it up now.” As he said this, he stretched out his arm and caught her from moving past. Then,

sucked in

met his eyes, even

he pulled the sock down, he saw the bruise on her ankle which had

care. Even if she broke her leg, he would still be indifferent. But, for some reason,

nothing,” she insisted. “Some safflower oil will mend it

pull her ankle out of his hand, but his fingers firmly held onto

moment of

the safflower oil?”

in… the medicine cabinet on

Carrying her, he walked to the bed, put her down, and took out the oil from the medicine

finger against the lump. It was a terrible bruise. Hot to the touch and incredibly swollen. He was no doctor, but he pressed down on the spot to feel for any breaks