My gorgeous wife is an ex-convict (Grace) novel Chapter 9

After coming out of the hospital, Terrence asked, “Mr. Reed, do you want to go back to the mansion, or…?”

“Back to the Westside,” Jason said absently.

The Westside was where Grace lived. Terrence didn’t know how long his own superior was planning to stay in that small rental apartment. With that damaged woman.

Then a thought occurred to him… maybe Jason wasn’t as calm as he pretended to be. Maybe he indeed intended to seek his revenge and his time spent with this Grace woman was only in preparation for …something.

On the way to the Westside, at a traffic light intersection, Terrence suddenly noticed something. “Uh, Mr. Reed, Miss Cummins is on the side of the road.”

Jason turned his head and saw a slender figure sweeping the garbage with a broom at the side of the road.

She was wearing a fluorescent work suit with a simple ponytail. Because of the cold weather, every breath she exhaled was accompanied by white vapor.

At this moment, an electric bike sped by, trying to catch the green light. It bumped into Grace’s leg and made her fall to the ground.

However, the person riding the electric bike didn’t stop but simply rode away.

“Mr. Reed, do you want to find out who the owner of this electric bike is and make him take responsibility?” Considering his actions when Grace had gotten drunk and been beaten up, Terence assumed Jason would stand up for her again.

Jason’s gaze fixed on the woman who had fallen to the ground outside the car window.

His grandfather’s voice rang out again in his mind: “Remember what you have said today. Do not act like him…”

He would never care about a woman like his father did. It was just a game, and right now he was not Jason Reed, but only some random stranger, so why would he care about a sanitation worker named Grace?

“There’s no need to worry about it,” he said placidly as he looked away.

Terrence was stunned.

The red light turned green, and the car continued to drive forward.

At this moment, Claire helped Grace to her feet and said, “Grace, are you alright? Do you want to go to the hospital?”

Grace gritted her teeth and checked her injury. There was no bleeding. There were only some heavy swellings where her ankle had been scratched. “No need. It’s just a bruise. I’ll be fine.”

“If the swelling doesn’t diminish, go and get checked out,” Claire said, and then she swore at the driver who had done the hit-and-runs.

Grace thanked her friend and then resumed her cleaning.

In the evening, at the end of her shift, Grace returned home. As soon as she entered the room, she saw a figure sitting under the light.

“Sister, you’re back.” The man stood and greeted her.

In an instant, the chill in her body dispelled. It turned out that what she wanted was just a person who would wait for her, even though this apartment was simple and small.

It was having someone that cared about her in it that made this house a ‘home.’

“Well, I’m back.” She smiled gently. “I’m hungry. Give me a few minutes to wash up and then I’ll prepare our dinner.”

“Okay,” he answered and then watched her limp across the room to the kitchen.

“What’s wrong with your foot?” he asked, even though he already knew.

“It’s just a scratch. I’ll massage it with safflower oil,” she said lightly, but her face would change slightly with every few steps she took, and her forehead beaded with sweat.