My gorgeous wife is an ex-convict (Grace) novel Chapter 8

As the hours ticked by, Grace worried that something had happened to Jay. He didn’t have a mobile phone so she couldn’t even make a phone call to contact him.

Maybe he’d already moved on, and her whole vision of a sibling and having some semblance of a family was just a pipe dream.

Grace went outside and walked to the entrance of the residential community. She kept looking around, hoping to see some sign go him.

After God-knows how long, she finally saw a familiar figure walking towards her.

“Jay!” Seeing him approach, she finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Jay eyed the figure that was rushing towards him and could not help but be slightly startled.

He looked at her as she ran over to him. She was panting slightly, her face completely red from the cold, and yet her pretty eyes were bright.

“Great, you’re finally back,” she said.

“Sister, are you… waiting for me?” He gently touched her cheek, and the coldness seeped into his fingertips. It seemed that she had been waiting outside for a long time.

“Yes, I was so worried because you hadn’t come back yet and it’s late. Fortunately, you’ve come back safely,” she said with a smile.

He rolled his eyes slightly. She was worried about Jay-the-homeless-man instead of Jason from the Reed Conglomeration. However, if she found out that he was that Jason in the future, would she still worry about him so much?

Not likely.

Raising the corner of his mouth, he said, “I was working.” He made up some job about handing out flyers.

She nodded.

“Your hands are cold. I’ll help you warm them up.” As he said this, he held her cold hands in his palms. Taking the same action as she did last time, he rubbed the backs of her hands with his palms.

Grace felt her hands gradually warm up. It was such a cold day, but… it felt so warm.

“Jay, it’s so good to have you home,” she muttered in a low voice.

His lips curved into a smile. “I’ll keep that in mind. I hope you won’t regret saying that in the future.”

“I won’t regret it,” she said. “Well, my hands are warm now. Let’s go back to the house and I’ll heat up the food.” She pulled him into the complex and did not notice a black car parking at the corner of the street just outside.

Meanwhile, in the car, Terrence couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Mr. Reed must have just been… warming the hands of a woman…

He had never seen Mr. Reed do this to any woman. Even Jennifer Atkinson, who had once been Mr. Reed’s fiancee, had never been treated this way.

But now, Mr. Reed was doing this to Grace. The same woman who was the cause of Jennifer Atkinson’s car accident!

It made no sense.

Recalling the scene of Mr. Reed going to the club and picking up the drunk Grace at the door, Terrence felt that his brain was not working properly.

What was going on in Mr. Reed’s mind? Had Grace taken up space in his heart?