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?

need to worry about it,” he said placidly as he

Terrence was stunned.

light turned green, and the car continued

Grace to her feet and said, “Grace,

There were only some heavy swellings where her ankle had been scratched. “No

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

and then

soon as she entered the room, she saw a figure sitting under

you’re back.” The man stood and greeted

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

was having someone that cared about her in

hungry. Give me a few minutes to wash

watched her limp across

your foot?” he asked, even though he

oil,” she said lightly, but her face would change

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

in an unsteady

his eyes, even though it was

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

leg, he would still be indifferent. But, for

nothing,” she insisted. “Some safflower

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

was a moment of

the safflower

in… the medicine cabinet on the bedside

because he had suddenly picked her up, bridal style. Carrying her, he walked

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 breaks