Filed to story: My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict Novel by Anastasia Marie
Even though she kept saying that she wanted to keep her distance from him and avoid getting involved with him, she kept owing him favors.
He said he wanted her to like him more.
How serious was his affection for her? Could she… really overcome the fear in her heart and the trauma he had given. her during those three years in prison? Could she allow herself to like him?
Grace could not help but look at Jason who was sitting next to her.
“What’s the matter? Why are you looking at me like that?” His beautiful, amorous eyes slightly tilted to look at her.
“No… Nothing,” she stammered, her heartbeat once again. racing beyond the control of her body under his gaze.
Subconsciously, she wanted to turn away to avoid his gaze.
“Are you really all right?” He leaned forward. He grabbed her chin with his long fingers, forcing her to look at him. “You know what? You’re looking at me as if you’re conflicted. Why? What did I do to make you conflicted?”
She would look at him and fall in a trance for a moment as if they were incomparably close. However, the next moment, her eyes seemed to return to their usual way of desperately trying to get away from him.
What was different from the past was that it now seemed to be a struggle.
For a moment, she did not know how to answer him. Her face turned redder and redder under his gaze.
“Why won’t you look at me? I want you to look at me, Sis!” He leaned close to her as he spoke. It was as if she had been mesmerized by his voice as her eyes fell unconsciously on his face.
This man was looking at her tenderly right now, and there seemed to be longing and attachment in that look.
His bangs were pulled back, revealing his full forehead. In her mind, he was constantly overlapping with Jason in her memory.
Jason used to look at her like that.
“Do you like me in any way?” His voice once again murmured in her ear.
A flash of guilt crossed her face, and she opened her mouth to deny it. However, her words seemed stuck in her throat.
Did… she like him?
Grace asked herself. If he was just Jason, then maybe she would like him. Maybe he would be more than just a brother.
However, he was Jason…
“You like me.” There was a note of certainty in his voice as it floated into her ears.
It was as if her expression had given him the answer he wanted.
A smile rose from the corners of his lips, and it was all over his eyes.
All she was thinking at that moment was that his smile was so beautiful.
Back at Reed Residence, Grace was following Jason into the living room when she suddenly asked, “Well… You helped me so much today. How… How do you expect me to repay you?”
After all, no pain, no gain. It was only normal that he wanted her to repay him.
He paused before turning to her. He asked, “How are you going to repay me? Stay with me forever or sleep with me?”
She bit her lip and took a deep breath. Just as she was about to say yes, his fingers were already on her lips. “Don’t you remember that when you asked me for 50 million dollars, I
already said I don’t want it?”
She was baffled and looked at him in confusion.
“I may have you, but it’s not nearly enough for me, you know? That’s not all I want,” he said, his elegant voice drifting around.
the living room.
‘What does he really want, then?’ she asked herself.
“I want you to like me. Not just a little bit, but a lot.” He slowly bent down and breathed onto her face. “I want you to like me so much that you can’t bear losing me, Sis.”
Her heart began to tremble, beating so fast that even her blood flow seemed to be speeding up because of his words.
He brushed his fingers lightly over her face. “Yes, I could have you promise to stay with me forever, or I could just have my way with you, but what’s the point if you don’t want it?”
All he wanted from the very beginning was for her to be willing.
However, as time went on, he wanted more.
He wanted her to like him more. He wanted her to like no other man except him.
He could not even accept the possibility that her future would involve another man besides him. Every time he thought of this possibility, he would be filled with a pang of jealousy.
Jealousy… It was because of her that he finally knew what jealousy felt like.
Grace raised her eyes and looked at Jason carefully. His hand was hot against her cheek, and the details of his time with her these days kept coming back to her.
Even though she somehow still feared him, perhaps she liked him as he had said in the car.
Perhaps she liked him when he was Jay.
“Do you really want me to like you?” she muttered.
“Yes,” he answered without hesitation.
“What kind of feelings do you have for me? Is it because you think I’m new? Therefore… I’m a good game object?” She plucked up her courage to ask her innermost question.
His eyes darkened, and he suddenly sneered. “If I’m only taking you as a game object, I wouldn’t have done all this!”
He grabbed the back of her head with his hand, drawing them closer together. “I haven’t had many people to love in my life, except perhaps my father. You’re the only one left. Tell me, how should I feel about you?”
Pang! Pang! Pang!
Her heart was beating more violently.
Grace gently raised her hands and put them on both of Jason’s cheeks as if to get a clearer sense of his presence.
His body suddenly stiffened. He looked into her eyes with some sort of wonder, vague excitement, and longing.
“I like you, Jay.”
It was the first time she confessed her affection to his face after knowing his true identity!
The next day, when Grace opened her eyes, she saw Jason sitting on the edge of her bed.
He was wearing a white shirt and beige pants. The morning sun fell on him, making him look more clean and fresh, just like the fairytale prince in every girl’s heart.
Then, her eyes met his.
“Are you awake?” His elegant voice rang in her ear.
She sat up with a jerk and gawked at him. “What are you… doing here?”
“Because I have something to check with you,” he said as he leaned forward, raising his hand to gently pull a few strands of hair from her cheek. He tucked them behind her ear. “That’s why I came to your room early in the morning.”
“What do you want to check?” Her mouth was suddenly dry, and the visual impact of looking at him so closely was even greater. His eyes, his breath, and his voice seemed to tantalize her so easily.
“You said you liked me last night, remember?” he muttered.