My gorgeous wife is an ex-convict (Grace) novel Chapter 609

Chapter 609 

“She’s surely a bit of an eyesore. Since she loves the news media so much, let her be thoroughly exposed,” Jason said coldly. 

“Yes,” replied Terrence. 

From the way Young Master Reed spoke, Young Master Reed was absolutely pissed off this time! 

It was unfortunate for Evelyn to get in trouble with Young Master Reed, especially now that Evelyn had broken up with Master Hart. There was no one in Emerald City to protect her now! 

Terrence could almost foresee how miserable Evelyn’s fate would 

On the other hand, in the studio of Brian’s mansion, Brian was standing in front of his painting of a little girl carrying a little boy 

down the hill. 

He would paint the same thing over and over again, year after year. It was what he remembered the most… 

Every year, he painted more and more of the same painting. His painting skills also improved. The little girl in the painting looked more and more like the person he remembered. 

Once, his mother had asked him why he kept painting the same picture. Was one painting not enough? 

No, it was not enough! It seemed that if he did not paint, he would 

be less and less capable of painting the person he remembered. 

He was afraid that his memory would gradually turn blurry and 

when the time came, he would not be able to find her! 

Was it Grace? It must be her! 

When he first saw her, he already thought that she looked so much like what the girl in his memory would grow up to look like. It was just that too many factors clouded his judgment later on. 

Today, when he saw Grace wearing a floral dress that was similar to the one in his memory, a voice in his mind rang. ‘It’s her. It must 

be her!’ 

She was the only one who had ever affected his mood. Only she would make him want to hold her in his arms and only she would make him regret giving her up to Jason! 

“Grace, I’ll find proof that you’re her. Then… I wish you’ll tell me why you deny ever saving me. Is this matter really that trivial to you?” Brian muttered. 

His hand that was holding the paintbrush tightened, and with a snap, the brush was broken into two in his hand. 

Wood scraps from the broken paintbrush pierced Brian’s palms, 

but he seemed to feel no pain as he kept his eyes focused on the 

face of the little girl in the painting.