My gorgeous wife is an ex-convict (Grace) novel Chapter 771

Chapter 771 

“But I do,” he said. 

Her heart seemed to be instantly 

enveloped in something. Her nose 

suddenly felt sore, and even her eyes 

became misty. 

It turned out there was somebody in this 

world who would feel hurt because of 

her injuries. 

He would feel her pain. 

Falling in love with him might have been 

the best choice she ever made. 

He wrapped the towel around her body, carried her out of the bathtub, and helped her change into clean leisurewear. Then, he carried her out of 

the bathroom and treated her bruises. 

“Just yell if it hurts,” he said. 

“Sure,” she replied. 

He treated her bruises gently as if he 

was dealing with a treasure of great 

importance-one that was even more 

important than his own life. 

When he finally finished treating the 

ring of bruises around her wrist, he did 

not let go. Instead, he kept staring at the 

unfaded bruise around her wrist. 

“Tell me. What did Brian say when he put you down and grabbed your hand?” His voice whispered out of his mouth, and 

his deep eyes slowly looked up into her almond-shaped eyes. 

Grace stiffened, feeling as though his eyes were trying to see right through her. 

‘Jason has always been insecure in this relationship. Even though I’ve explained it to him, does he still have doubts and 

mind it?’ 

“Brian said luckily, I’m not,” taking a deep breath, she answered him truthfully. 

“Luckily you’re not?” His eyes narrowed 

slightly as if pondering the meaning of 

this remark. 

“Because… Didn’t Brian always think I might be the one he was looking for? However, he found her now. It’s… Stella. 

Therefore, I think he meant to say that he 

won’t misunderstand me anymore. I’m 

not the one he’s looking for.” 

Grace spoke. Her heart was beating violently when she said these words. 

What she said was true, but now that 

she had recovered her lost childhood 

memories, she felt guilty when she said 

His eyes were still fixed on her, and he 

raised his hand to stroke her cheek. 

“What about you? Do you regret it?” 

The cold voice seemed to hammer every 

word into the depths of her soul. 

‘Regret? Regret that Brian made a mistake? Regret that partners who went through a life or death incident together couldn’t recognize each other in the 

end?’ 

She probably regretted it, but she knew 

what was most important to her.