My gorgeous wife is an ex-convict (Grace) novel Chapter 790

Chapter 790 

The next moment, the cake in her hand 

had fallen to the ground. 

Not far from the restaurant’s door, a tall 

figure had stepped out of the car and 

was approaching her in the moonlight 

step by step. 

His hair was still meticulously combed, 

and he was wearing a crisp suit. His cold and stern face gave people a sense of 

abstinence, while his deep and narrow 

eyes seemed to see through people. 

When you were stared at by those eyes, others could not help but feel scared as if 

they were being stared at by a beast. 

Now those eyes were upon her! 

Kyla Corbyn only felt that the blood 

vessels in her body seemed to have frozen suddenly, and the only thing left 

was the suffocating cold! 

. 

Martin Weiss! 

Did the man finally appear in front of 

her? 

Perhaps when she fled from the mall that day, she had a vague premonition that she might not escape him this time. 

He would eventually find her. 

‘I just didn’t expect it to be… so soon!’ 

Everything had happened too quickly 

that she felt breathless. 

“It’s been a long time.” A cold voice rang 

in the night. 

Her body could not help but shiver. ‘It’s been a long time? Indeed, I haven’t seen him for a long time, except for a glance at his profile at the mall the other day. 

‘When was the last time before that? 

Right, when he appeared in court as a witness and testified against my ‘crime!! 

He used his testimony to push her into the depths of hell. 

He said, “Kyla Corbyn, make amends for 

your sins!” 

‘Sins? What am I going to make amends for? I’m not guilty at all!’ However, no matter how much she complained, he 

said she had ‘sinned’, so she needed to 

suffer for it. 

‘If I was really guilty, then my greatest sin 

was to have loved him!’ 

Now, the man who sent her to prison 

said that it had been a long time. 

Subconsciously, she just wanted to get 

away from the man. 

‘I want to get far away from him and 

never see him again!” 

Kyla Corbyn immediately walked to get past Martin Weiss. 

However, only after two steps, her arm was gripped hard by a hand. “I haven’t asked you to leave yet. Where are you 

going?” 

Kyla Corbyn stiffened and turned to 

meet Martin Weiss’s cold eyes. “Mr. 

Weiss, you don’t seem to have the power 

to decide whether I can leave or not.”