Filed to story: My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict Novel by Anastasia Marie
The closer she got to the law firm, the more familiar the roads became to her. When Grace came to the law firm’s entrance, she parked the electric bike and looked up at the modern building.
When she first came to this building, she had been in such high spirits that she thought with enough experience, she would one day set up her own firm!
However, now, everything seemed insubstantial.
Grace took the order and pressed the floor button.
Once Grace stood in front of the firm’s two gla** doors, she dialed the number on the order, and out came a young woman who looked like she had just graduated from college. This person was presumably a new hire for the firm.
“Thank you,” she said as she took the order.
Just then, the receptionist of the firm recognized Grace and suddenly cried, “Hey, isn’t this Grace? You…” She glanced at her co-worker’s food delivery, then seemed to say in surprise, “Are you delivering food?”
“Yes,” Grace responded.
The one who collected the food delivery asked the receptionist,
“Do you know each other?”
“Of course, Grace used to work here. She’s famous for…” The receptionist stopped in the middle of her sentence. The way she looked at Grace also changed from surprise to sympathy.
Grace smiled and turned to leave. When she walked into the elevator, she caught sight of the receptionist and the new colleague chatting, presumably about her.
Grace was only glad that she did not see many of her former colleagues today, so it was less awkward for her.
It was already past ten o’clock when Grace got back to Reed
Residence after a long day’s work.
Grace wanted to go straight to her room, but she remembered what Jason had said earlier, so she knocked on his door as she pa**ed Jason’s room.
Since he wanted her to bid good night, so be it!
Moments later, the door opened and Jason stood by the door, looking at Grace. “You’re back.”
“Yes. Well… Good night,” she said, turning to go back to her room.
However, her arm was caught the next moment. Then, with a jerk, she fell into a wide embrace.
She unconsciously wanted to break away from his arms, but his hands closed around her and held her closer.
“What a perfunctory good night, Sis!” he muttered as his lips were close to her ear.
Her body trembled a little, and she could feel his breathing on her ears. Her whole body seemed to be enveloped in his breath.
“You… Let go,” she said, her face turning red.
“Why don’t you tell me about your first day at your new job first?” he asked.
“It’s just a regular delivery job. Someone orders something, and
I just deliver it to them,” she said, feeling her heart beating faster and faster. Even her blood flow was a lot faster.
“Is that so? Did you have a good meal today?” His voice once again rang in her ear.
“Yes, I ate with the boss. She provides two meals a day.” Her face was heating up as if it was going to burn. The strange sensation. made her panic. All she wanted now was for him to let go.
“Are you nervous?” he said suddenly.
“No… No.” She denied.
“Your face is so red.” He laughed softly. Then, he bent down and softly pressed his lips against her cheek. “Are you blushing because of me?”
“I… no.” She was so stiff that she stammered a little.
“You’re lying.” He hissed, but his voice sounded more like he was spoiling her.
She bit her lip, trying to push him away, but her hands that were pressed against his chest seemed powerless.
Was it fear? Was she afraid that she could not bear the consequences of pushing him away? Or was there something else?
For a moment, Grace could not tell why but her mind was in a blur.
After a long time, he finally let go of his grip. He gently stroked her lips and smiled as he said, “Well then… Good night, Sis.”
Grace almost ran for the hills.
When she got back to her room, she put her hands over her burning cheeks. She could not tell whether her face or her hands were hotter.
What was wrong with her? He would often hug her like this, but her reaction to it was completely different from before.
At first, she had thought of him as family. After knowing his true identity, she began to be frightened of him and would tremble when he held her. What about now? What was this?
Could it be that… she had fallen in love with him and had feelings for him?
No, it was unlikely!
She shook her head and tried not to think of that. She and Jason would never get anywhere.
Men like Jason were unpredictable. No one could guess what he was thinking. He might look like he was in love with her now, but how long would this illusion last?
In the wee hours of the day, when Grace was fast asleep in bed, the door between the two rooms opened slowly. A tall figure walked in.
Those normally cold, amorous eyes were looking at the woman on the bed. At this moment, his gaze was full of attachment.
“Good night, Sis.” A low and elegant voice spilled out from his mouth, it was tinged with attachment, and at the same time there was also an unspeakable desperation.
When Grace went to work the next day, the store received a large order of more than 30 at noon.
Normally, she would only deliver 7 to 8 in one go. All of a sudden, there was an order of more than 30. It was pretty much what the small restaurant would deliver in one afternoon.
Kyla Corbyn hurriedly got the order ready and said to Grace, “Thank you so much for delivering these.”
“What about the other food delivery orders?” said Grace. After all, once she went out to deliver this, she might not be able to deliver the others.
“It’s all right. I’ll ask my mother to take over the cash register for
The order was a big business for her today. She was happy that she would be able to earn a profit of hundreds of dollars after this.
However, when Grace got the address of the order and looked at it, she was silent. This was the address of… Reed Group.
The name and phone number on the order were unfamiliar though. They did not belong to Jason.
It was a slight relief to her. It must be a coincidence.
Once Kyla Corbyn was done packing the orders, Grace put them. on the electric bike and headed for Reed Group’s headquarters.
30 or so food items were not exactly light, and Grace could not carry them all at once, so she planned to make several trips after she parked the electric bike.
What she did not expect was that when she was parking the electric bike, a security guard approached her and asked, “Excuse me, are you Miss Cummins?”
“Ah, yes.” Grace was stunned, not expecting the security guard to call out her name.
“You can put these on the trolley. It’ll be easier to get them in,” the guard said as he called two more guards to come over.