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?

worry about it,” he said placidly as he looked

Terrence was stunned.

light turned green, and the car

her feet and said, “Grace, are you alright? Do you

her teeth and checked her injury. There was no bleeding. There were only some heavy swellings where her ankle had been scratched. “No

get checked out,” Claire said, and

her friend and then

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

The man

she wanted was just a person who would

cared about her in it that made this house a

“I’m hungry. Give me a few

answered and then watched her limp across

he asked, even though he already

said lightly, but her face would

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

sucked in

his eyes, even

sock down, he saw the bruise on her ankle which

leg, he would still be indifferent. But, for some

insisted. “Some safflower oil

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

was a moment of silence that filled the

safflower

in… the medicine cabinet on the bedside

moment, she gasped because he had suddenly picked her up, bridal style. Carrying her, he walked to the bed, put her down, and took

the bed, pulling her 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 incredibly swollen. He was no doctor, but he pressed down on the spot to feel for any