My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict!

Chapter 1225

‘After all, it’s Jason’s marriage registration! Few people in Emerald City probably knew that Master Reed was registering his marriage here! If Emerald City’s media learned about this, it would cause a stir in the whole city.

‘However… the woman who’s marrying Jason is a stranger. She’s not an heiress in Emerald City, is she? In particular, the sight of her fingers when she’s signing the papers. She writes a little slower than ordinary people, and the knuckles of her fingers are slightly deformed. I can also see some calluses on her hands.

‘At least, those are not an heiress’ hands.’

The managing director thought to himself.

Just as Grace finished writing her name on the registration form, the familiar feeling of nausea suddenly came over her. Grace immediately covered her mouth and made a quick dash for the

restroom.

Jason immediately got up and ran after Grace. Seeing this, the managing director and other staff of tMason Swansonvil Affairs Bureau also hurried to follow them.

appeared in tMason Swansonvil

Affairs Bureau.

followed closely by a good-looking man who was trailed after by a

the restroom, the managing director quickly stopped him. “Master Reed…

in and becomes a laughing stock in Emerald City, I’ll probably be the one to suffer,’ The

flashed back to the way Grace threw up in front of him last time. Her face had been as pale as a sheet of paper at the

the lean figure bending over as she threw up heavily

she had been before and was puking so hard that it seemed as if she were going to throw up all the food she

helping her soothe her back so that she

up at him and say, “What… What are you doing here?

know where this is. Do you often throw up so much?” he said as he frowned. Even if he did not want to show his feelings in front of her, he could not hide the concern and eagerness in his eyes no matter

lot lately.” She did not have much morning sickness before,

the managing director were staring at each other outside the restroom.

of them could not help asking, “Well… do we need to go in?”