My gorgeous wife is an ex-convict (Grace) novel Chapter 562

Chapter 562 

It was… Brian! 

He wore a white shirt against beige trousers, making him. 

look a little casual and relaxed. His black hair was a little disheveled. The cold moonlight fell on him and half-dimmed. 

his delicate features. 

Only now, she felt he was a little different from usual. He was looking at her, his black eyes without the indifferent gaze he normally gave. Instead, it was misty. 

The way he looked at her made Grace feel uncomfortable. It was as if he was looking at something through her. 

As Brian walked up to her step by step, Grace felt a rush of 

alcohol in her face. 

“Have you been drinking?” she asked subconsciously. 

“Yes, a little,” he said with a chuckle, his eyes focusing on her 

more. 

Grace pressed her lips slightly. “It’s getting late. I’ve got to go home. Goodbye.” As she spoke, she lifted her feet, intending to 

leave. 

It was only when she had taken a step that his hand suddenly seized her arm and pulled her into his arms. 

Suddenly, she fell into a wide embrace. The pungent smell of alcohol was far worse than what she had smelled when she stood apart from him. 

He certainly had drunk more than a little! Just how much did 

he drink? 

“Let me go!” shouted Grace. 

However, his hands still clung to her. “Tell me, how can I find you? I’ve been looking for you for a long time, but I can’t find you! I can’t find…” 

Grace shuddered. Was… Brian mistaking her for someone. else? She did not think he meant to say these words to her. 

“Let me go first, Mr. Hart, You’re drunk,” said Grace. He held her tightly with his arms, rendering her struggles useless. 

It was at such times that the difference in strength between a 

man and a woman was revealed. 

“Drunk? If only I were drunk. Do you know how much I want to be drunk?” muttered Brian. There was broken hoarseness in 

his cold voice. 

“I don’t care who you think I am, you’d better let me go, or…” 

“Or what?” He lowered his head, his face close to hers. The 

tips of their noses were almost touching. 

His scent completely enveloped her, and the pungent smell of alcohol raised a sense of danger in Grace’s heart. 

If it was the normal Brian, she might still be able to 

communicate with him. However, how could she communicate. 

with a drunk person?