My gorgeous wife is an ex-convict (Grace) novel Chapter 772

Chapter 772 

Perhaps Grace was really tired after a 

hard day. After eating some food, she fell 

into a deep slumber. 

Jason sat on the edge of the bed, staring gloomily at her sleeping face. 

She lay still as if she would not go 

anywhere, could not go, and could only 

remain in his sight. 

She was right in front of him, but why did 

he feel like he could not hold on to her? 

‘Today she said she won’t regret it, but why… do I think she’s regretting it? I don’t 

think she meant what she said!’ 

The scene of Brian carrying her on his 

back was like a scene in a movie that 

kept rewinding, replaying in front of his 

eyes. 

He had never been so afraid! It was as if 

all he feared was coming true! 

“Does Brian really mean nothing to you?” he murmured, his fingers softly touching 

her closed red lips. 

It was naturally impossible for her, who was asleep, to give him an answer. 

“Jason, even if you do fall in love with someone in the future, I don’t want you 

to fall too deeply or put your life in their 

hands. 

“Jason, do you know what cowardice is? It’s when you hate someone, but you 

can’t even bear to hurt them in the end. 

“Jason, don’t learn from me. Don’t be like me! It’s too painful and hard. You can’t 

even control your life…” 

His father’s voice rang in his ears again 

and again. 

‘Control… I’m supposed to control 

everything! 

‘I’ve trapped her by my side and have her firmly in my hand, haven’t I?’ 

“Grace, did you betray me?” His voice rang again, but he did not know whether he was asking her or himself. 

‘I’m not my father, and my fate will not be 

the same as his!’ 

Suddenly, he got up, went to his original room next door, and pulled open one of the drawers. There was a photo of her in a floral dress and the little silver bracelet he had taken from her grandmother’s 

mementos. 

It was the same as the silver bracelet Brian had. They were originally a pair. 

‘I’ve tried so hard to keep them from 

recognizing each other, but did it work? Or maybe it’s just… His eyes grew darker. 

When Grace woke up the next day, it was already after ten in the morning. Jason 

was not in the room. 

She pulled back the covers, got out of bed, and washed up. The bruises from yesterday were mostly painless today, and the bruises on her wrist had faded 

by now. 

She looked at herself in the mirror. She had a deep sleep last night and felt very