My gorgeous wife is an ex-convict (Grace) novel Chapter 770

Chapter 770 

A stream of questions came out of his 

mouth with an eagerness he never had 

before! 

Grace looked in surprise at Jason who 

was on top of her. It was as if all the quiet repression on their trip back had exploded. 

“Jason, let me go first. I can explain,” said 

Grace. 

However, instead of letting go of her hand, he lowered his head and 

showered kisses on her face. “Sure. 

Explain. I’ll listen.” 

He did not want to let her go no matter 

what. 

Grace only felt as if her body 

temperature was rising, and her 

thoughts seemed to be affected by his 

kisses. 

“I… I just went to Grandma’s grave to pay my respects today. Then when I was walking down the hill, I took a path and went to the nearby hill. I used to play there when I was a child, so I thought I would have a look. I didn’t think I would bump into Brian.” 

Grace told the story as quickly as she 

could. She did not want him to get the 

wrong idea. 

However, she hid the fact that she had 

restored her memory. 

‘Since I want to keep it as a secret, then 

I’ll bury it in the bottom of my heart 

forever!’ 

“You said you fell off a cliff?” Jason’s pupils constricted immediately. 

“Yes. Fortunately… Brian was there and he gave me a hand. However, I passed out and woke up to see him carrying me down the hill.” She went on explaining, “I was going to walk down by myself, but I had some bruises on me. If I walked on my own, I wouldn’t be able to reach the 

foot of the hill before dark, so…” 

With that, he immediately lifted her 

dress, and at once, the bruises on her legs caught his eye. 

Especially her ankles. He did not notice them earlier because of her long skirt and shoes, but her ankles were now red, 

swollen, and grazed. 

“Why didn’t you say anything earlier?” Looking at her scars, he felt as if his heart was twisting with pain. 

With his character, he would not have felt anything if someone in front of him was 

bleeding all over and had no skin left 

intact.. 

However, looking at her injuries, he found it so hard to bear! 

“I forgot,” muttered Grace. He had been carrying her down the hill and was acting differently as well. She was so 

focused on him that she forgot all about 

her bruises. 

He pursed his thin lips. The next moment, he suddenly picked her up and walked into the bathroom. 

The warm water gently washed her wretched body. He squatted down and gently washed her wounds. 

“Does it hurt?” he finally asked, staring at 

the bruises on her ankle. 

“This injury is nothing to me,” she said, not wanting him to mind the bruises too 

much. 

However, her words seemed to make his eyes cloud with a layer of gloom. Of course, he knew that the bruises were much smaller than the ones she had