My gorgeous wife is an ex-convict (Grace) novel Chapter 730

Chapter 730 

“Yes, a cake will be enough. However, this year, my birthday comes the day after the 49th day of Grandma’s death. I don’t want a big celebration. I just want to have a cake with you, Lina, and the rest,” said Grace. 

This was her first birthday after they got together. 

However, Grandma had just passed away, after all. She was still mourning for her. 

She did not want a boisterous birthday celebration. She just wanted to celebrate her birthday quietly with him and her 

friends. 

“Sure. I’ll prepare your birthday cake,” he answered. 

“Thank you.” She smiled and looked at the time. It was almost time for him to work in the afternoon. “Then, I’ll get going and 

leave you to work.” 

As she spoke, she picked up her bag and stood up. 

However, before she had taken two steps, a pair of arms encircled her from behind her, and she was immediately swept into his arms. 

His face was buried in her neck, taking in her body scent. 

“Don’t… Go to the hospital tomorrow. I’ll take you to another hospital and get another doctor to check out your headaches, all right?” 

His hoarse voice spoke softly as his arms held her tightly. 

Grace shivered a little, and it was some time before she replied, “Just wait… Until I come back from the hospital tomorrow. If my head still hurts, you can get me a doctor to 

check it out.” 

He was silent. He just held her so tightly and did not speak. 

“Jay?” she spoke and broke the silence. 

“Then we’ll do as you say,” he said, letting go a little. 

Grace turned her head around and looked at Jason. His deep, beautiful eyes seemed to fill with loneliness again, but the next moment, he looked just like usual. His eyes were gentle, and there was a faint smile on his lips. 

Grace found it strange, but she could not point it out. 

“Then… I’m going home.” 

He spoke again, “I’ll have someone escort you.” 

It was only after Grace had left the president’s office that Jason went back to the coffee table and picked up the unfinished apple. 

The apple had been nibbled a few times before, and the skin was a bit uneven, but she had peeled it for him. 

“Grace, it would’ve been so great if you had said yes,” 

muttered Jason as he ate the apple in his hand one mouthful 

at a time. 

‘The apple is still sweet, but why is my mouth full of 

bitterness?’ 

Kyla Corbyn took Nelson out of the listening class with a slight 

smile on her face. 

Nelson was getting better and better. When he communicated 

with others, if they did not pay attention to the hearing aid he wore in his ear, they would hardly notice the difference 

between him and a normal child. 

The teacher there also said that he could come to class less often now.