My gorgeous wife is an ex-convict (Grace) novel Chapter 42

Chapter 42 

She combed his bangs gently with a comb, then began to trim 

the hairs on his forehead bit by bit. All of her attention was 

concentrated on the task at hand. 

Jason watched her. The way she studied him, so focused on her 

task. 

That singular focus had served her well in her life-first with her 

education and graduating top of her class at University and later 

at Law School. And then in surviving prison. 

Guilt stabbed at him. 

He saw how she’d been abused in the time that he knew her. 

What must her life be like behind bars, with no one to champion or protect her, and countless criminals coming after her all in the hopes of pleasing him? 

She sucked in a breath and he hung on to that little sound. 

Her mouth was pretty. Full lips, a bright smile. 

She didn’t smile enough, he realized. 

Her skin was still red, likely from the wind and cold, and though it 

pinkened her cheeks and nose, it only enhanced her beauty. 

If he looked hard enough, he could see that she’d been beautiful 

once. 

Her features carried symmetry and character. 

But it wasn’t the outward appearance that drew him, but rather 

what came from within. 

This woman… she’d been the one to fight for him. To sacrifice so that he could have a roof over his head, warm clothes, and something good to eat. She’d asked for nothing in return. 

And knowing that she appreciated him for him… awakened something inside him. 

“It’s done.” After an unknown amount of time, her voice suddenly sounded in his ear. 

“Oh, already?” he asked. It was as if time spent with her passed extremely quickly. 

“Mmm.” She smiled, took two steps back, and carefully looked at him for a while. “My skill isn’t too bad. In fact, it’s rather good, and we’ve saved twenty dollars.” 

She smiled as she spoke. Then, she took out a dry towel and flicked off the fine strands of hair that were stuck to his face, neck, and on his clothes. 

“Alright, go take a shower,” Grace said. 

Jason took the change of clothes and walked into the narrow bathroom. Knowing that she wanted to conserve energy and keep their bills low, he didn’t set the shower to hot as he normally would. Warm water rushed over his body as he stepped in and lowered his head to rinse away any shorn hairs. As he glanced down, he saw the scar on his chest. 

With time, this scar had grown very shallow. However, every time 

he saw it, he would think of that woman. 

The woman who had abandoned him and his father. 

Perhaps this wound was the only thing he had left of her. 

He recalled her pushing him away as he knelt and begged her not to leave, and not to abandon him and his father. 

The woman had shaken her head and pried his hands free. 

When she shoved him aside so she could leave, he’d fallen on a 

bit of rebar. Jason’s memories didn’t remember the construction 

or the details of the day, aside from what she wore, how her 

beautiful smile had transformed into a snarl, and how he’d been 

unable to breathe when the metal he fell on pierced his chest. 

The doctors had said that the metal had gotten very close to his 

heart. He was lucky, a centimeter to the left and they would not 

have been able to save his life at all. 

At that time, he had told himself that that woman was no longer

his mother. 

He walled himself off. 

After his father’s death, he stopped having expectations of 

anyone. 

As long as he did not have expectations, he would never be disappointed. 

It was just that… 

Jason turned off the tap, wiped his body dry with a towel, and put 

on his clothes. When he walked out of the bathroom, his eyes fell 

on Grace. She was sitting at the table and seemed to be looking at 

something. 

Since when had he started having expectations of her? He 

was looking forward to seeing her smile, looking forward to her 

happiness. 

He lived for those moments when she looked at him with gentle 

eyes and smiled. Her smile lit up the whole room. 

“Jay”. 

Even the sound of his name on her lips brought him joy. 

“Jay, you’re done washing up? I’ll help you blow dry your hair,” she said as she stood up to get the hairdryer. 

He walked to the side of the table and saw some documents 

placed on the table by her side. They were… copies of the record 

of her original case. 

His eyes flashed. “What are you looking at, Sister?” he asked, even though he already knew the answer. 

“Some of the related information from my case back then,” she 

said. “Lina helped me collect them.” 

“Why are you reading this again?” he asked.