My gorgeous wife is an ex-convict (Grace) novel Chapter 395

Chapter 395 

Perhaps because of her experience, she always refused to depend on others easily. 

Once the person she was reliant on was gone, it would be like. another mountain collapsing on her. 

Jason stared at Grace. After a while, she dropped her eyes. slightly. “It’s fine if you want to keep working here. Just let me. 

know when you want to change your job.” 

“Sure.” Grace nodded. She did not turn down Jason’s offer this 

time. 

“By the way, if you’ve been waiting outside for so long, have you eaten dinner?” Grace suddenly thought of this. 

“Not yet,” answered Jason. 

“Why didn’t you just go in and eat?” exclaimed Grace. It was a small restaurant, but at least there was plenty of food that he could have ordered. 

Grace did not give much thought to whether it suited his appetite. After all, when Jason and she were living in the rented house, he ate even the most humble meals with her. 

“All right, I’ll go in next time,” replied Jason. 

“…” Grace suddenly felt as if she had said something wrong. If Jason went into the restaurant, the restaurant’s vibe would 

probably change. 

The car arrived at Reed Residence and the two entered the 

house. The chef had already prepared Jason’s dinner, so 

Grace joined him for some. 

Of course, for Grace, it was a late-night supper. 

Over dinner, Grace talked about the restaurant. Being a food delivery rider was really not that tiring. She would only be busy around noon and in the evening. She was relatively free 

for the rest of the time. 

“Kyla is quite nice to me. She’ll say yes and help me out when I need a day off or something. I’m grateful that she hired me despite my past,” said Grace. Then, her face suddenly darkened. 

“What’s the matter? Thinking about your case?” Jason frowned and asked. “Do you need me to intervene?” 

“Not for now. Lina is helping me with the evidence.” Grace bit her lip a little at this. “I didn’t drink and drive and I didn’t crash into Jennifer Atkinson’s car. It was… her car that seemed to 

lose control and crashed into mine. Do you believe me?” 

As she said the last four words, she looked at him, a little 

nervous. Since when did she care whether he believed her or 

not?