My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict!

Chapter 9

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?

to worry about it,” he said placidly as he

Terrence was stunned.

light turned green, and the car continued to

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

some heavy swellings where her ankle had been scratched. “No need. It’s

doesn’t diminish, go and get checked out,” Claire said, and then she swore at the driver

friend and then resumed

at the end of her shift, Grace returned home. As soon as she

The man stood and greeted

dispelled. It turned out that what she wanted was just a person who would wait for her, even though this apartment

her in

gently. “I’m hungry. Give me a few minutes to

answered and then watched her

he asked, even though he

said lightly, but her face

said this, he stretched out his arm and caught her from moving

sucked in an unsteady

obvious lump met his eyes, even though it was still covered

on her ankle which had

be indifferent. But, for some reason, when he saw her injured foot, it stirred

“Some safflower oil

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

was a moment of silence that

safflower oil?”

the medicine cabinet on the bedside

up, bridal style. Carrying her, he walked to the bed, put her down, and

injured right foot onto his lap. Then, he took off her shoes and socks and pressed his finger against the lump. It was a terrible bruise. Hot to the touch and

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