My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict!

Chapter 16

Grace’s body froze.

Seeing Sean and Lily, and reliving those hours in the prison… the pain, the terror. Not knowing if she’d

live or die.

Her whole body shuddered.

And that stupid ring…Sean had taken her to that jeweler and she’d tried it on. He’d been ready to buy it

and she’d laughed and said it was too extravagant. She’d told him to save his money. Her love didn’t

cost anything.

“Grace… are you going home?” a man’s quiet voice asked.

Grace lifted her head and saw a man about thirty years old smiling shyly at her. He had short hair and

wore the uniform of

the Fleet.

She recalled that this was Chase, from the Sanitation Service

Center’s Fleet.

“Yes,” Grace replied.

“I’m free. Let me take you home,” Chase said.

His light eyes crinkled at the corners. He looked kind. A little bashful even.

Grace remembered Claire telling her that Chase was interested in her. That was sweet, but she had no

intention of getting into a relationship.

“You don’t have to.” Grace turned him down.

“It’s all right. I have a car. It’s no trouble to give you a ride home,” Chase said as he made a second

attempt.

“Huh! Your car is too cheap. This is Grace Cummins-she only wants to sit in a luxury car. If you could

buy her a six-carat diamond ring, maybe then she’d let you drive her around,” Farah said.

Grace sighed.

She was not interested in Chase, but she had wanted to let him down gently.

Chase’s face immediately turned red, not knowing what to say.

Grace glanced at Farahand said, “I think perhaps that’s your dream. Because you only care about

material things. Or maybe I have it wrong, and you’ll go home with anyone who asks you?”

Farrah sucked in a breath. “You-you…” Farahwas rendered speechless and she settled for glaring at

Grace.

Grace turned to Chase. “Thank you for the offer. You’re very kind. However, I live nearby and I’m used

to walking home.”

She left quickly after that, wanting to avoid a scene.

On the way home, Grace bought some lean meat and vegetables.

She’d never been one to enjoy cooking and had viewed it more. as a necessity, but having someone to

cook for… mealtimes had more significance now, and she took more care with her recipes.

After she returned to the apartment and started cooking, she settled into a comfortable routine. When

Jay arrived as she was finishing up, she smiled. “Perfect timing.”

He grunted and removed his shoes and hung up his coat. Then he came beside her to wash his

hands.

His nearness had the oddest effect on Grace. It both settled and

excited her.

But she knew not to let her thoughts turn in such a direction.

This was her friend, her brother’ and she’d be wise to remember

that.

“How are you feeling?” Grace asked.

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“That’s good. But please continue to take the medicine for another few days. I’d hate to see that pain

flare up again.”

He nodded.

“Maybe you can look for another job. Something more stable so

you can eat your three meals on time.” Grace continued, “Shall I help you check on the Internet to see

if there are any suitable jobs for you?”

“It’s all right. I will look around,” Jason said. “If you want me to get a stable job, I’ll do that.”

“Wonderful!” Grace lifted her hand and touched Jay’s head, smiling happily.

She was really taking this sisterly role seriously.

Jason wanted to laugh. But he knew that would hurt her feelings, so he turned his head so she wouldn’t

see him smiling.

What would Grace say if she learned that he was the President of one of the wealthiest corporations in

the city? That his job earned him revenues that rivaled some countries’ GDPs.

He had money, power, and privilege.

As the head of Reed Group, there was nothing denied to him.

He had everything that he had wished for, but he wasn’t content. There was something that he

desired.

He desired… his gaze fixed on the person standing before him…

Grace’s mobile phone suddenly rang.

She moved her away to pick up the call.

When Grace answered the phone, a stumbling voice was heard on the other end of the line.

“Is this Grace? This is Chase. Clare gave me your number. I just, uh, would like to… tell you not to take

to heart what Farah said. I know you’re not a materialistic girl. Although I’m driving a domestic car, I’ll

work hard and get a better car in the future!”

Before Grace could reply, Chase had ended the call.

Grace looked at her phone, appearing troubled.

“Who called you?” he asked. His tone was sharper than he intended.

“A colleague from the Sanitation Service Center,” Grace replied as she put down the phone and

resumed plating their dinner.

Jason glanced at the phone and asked, “A male colleague?” Although she had not put the call on

speaker, he could hear the voice clearly.

“Yes.”

“Does he like you?” Jason frowned.

“Maybe,” she replied.

“What about you? Do you like him?”

Grace shrugged. “If he finds out that I’ve been to prison before, he will stay away from me. So it’s not

important whether I like

him or not.”

“Is there something wrong with you being in prison before? If he truly likes you, he will not mind that,”

Jason said.

Grace smiled bitterly. “Oh, I’m not so sure. Many people might not mind such things. Until…they do.

Love is not so ‘true’ as the movies make it out to be.”

Jason tilted his head. “What if that guy accepts that you were imprisoned before? Would you like him

then,” Jason asked.

Grace was stunned-was she open to a new relationship or the possibility of one, even? She wasn’t

sure. “If someone is willing to accept me, knowing that I’m an ex-convict…I suppose, maybe.”

Jason looked unhappy. “Would you like him?” He was determined to get an answer from her.

“No,” Grace replied, “I’d treat him like any other colleague.” Moreover, she had no desire to get into a

relationship.

When Jason heard what she had said, he smiled. “In that case, continue to treat him like any other

colleague.”

His smile deepened as he asked, “Do you like me, Sister?”

“I like you,” Grace replied without hesitation.

“I like you too. I like you very much,” Jason said. It had been ages since he had last found someone

who could interest him.