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?

worry about it,” he said placidly as he looked

Terrence was stunned.

light turned green, and the car continued to drive

her feet and said, “Grace, are

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

and get checked out,” Claire said, and then she swore at

and then

returned home. As soon as she entered the room, she saw a figure sitting under

The man stood and

was just a person who would wait for her, even

someone that cared about her in it that made this

a few minutes to wash up and then I’ll prepare our

watched her limp across the room

he asked, even though he

her face would change slightly with every few steps she took, and her

“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 up the

in

an obvious lump met his eyes, even though it was

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

care. Even if she broke her leg, he would still be indifferent.

she insisted. “Some safflower oil will mend

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

of silence

safflower

medicine cabinet on the bedside table,”

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

and pressed his finger against the lump. It was a terrible bruise. Hot to the touch and incredibly swollen. He was

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