My gorgeous wife is an ex-convict (Grace) novel Chapter 274

Chapter 274 

The photo album contained her most precious memories. 

Jason frowned unknowingly. “Are you giving up your life for a photo album? You were lucky yesterday. You only have some bruises on your fingers. What if you really burned yourself?” 

“This album means a lot to me!” Grace said. 

“Can it be more important than your hands? Are you going to lose your hands just to protect a photo album?” His voice deepened. 

“It’s very important. Even if both my hands will get burned, I’ll still want to keep it with me.” Grace took a deep breath. To her, it was al 

remembrance and obsession in her heart. 

It was the best family affection she had ever felt and the happiest 

she ever been. 

Her answer turned him pale, and he felt a rush of anger in his chest after seeing that she did not value herself. He cared more 

about her body than she did. 

He cared enough not to see her hurt even the slightest. 

“Where’s my photo album?” she still asked him the question eagerly. 

Jason exhaled, stood up, walked to a cabinet not far away, and 

handed her the photo album that was partially burned. 

Grace heaved a long sigh of relief and opened the photo album 

cautiously. Looking at the photos in the photo album, her eyes 

went red again. 

Some of the photos were completely burned, some were burned 

down to the edges, and others were partially burned. Only about al 

quarter of the photos were still intact. 

It seemed to her that each turn of the page required more 

perseverance to endure the pain. 

It never occurred to her that she could not even protect a photo 

album. 

Closing the photo album, she muttered, “Thank you.” 

“What?” He looked at her. 

“Thank you for taking me to the hospital last night to have my wounds treated. I got… a little out of control last night,” she said, at little embarrassed. 

Scenes from the previous night were flashing through her mind. 

She would not have rushed into his arms to cry if she had been in a normal state of mind, but yesterday, she hugged him and cried 

as if she were holding a piece of driftwood.