Filed to story: My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict Novel by Anastasia Marie
Later, she had no plans of completing the gloves so she threw the paper which recorded those measurements.
“If you’ve lost the measurements, then measure again,” he said directly.
She had no choice but to take out the measuring tape, sit next to him, and measure the size of his hands.
Of course, it was unavoidable for her to be in contact with his hands.
Each time the tip of her fingers came in contact with his hand, she would be careful to avoid touching him as much as she could. She would even carefully hold the measuring tape with two fingers at the edge to carefully measure.
He chuckled at her actions. “Yesterday you were so bold to hug and kiss me, but now it’s as if you’re not willing to touch. me at all. Why? Is touching me such a difficult thing for you to do?”
Grace’s face reddened again. “I… I was drunk at that time…”
“So you mean to say that you’re not willing to come in contact with me when you’re sober?” he stared at her as he asked.
She paused for a moment and looked into his eyes which seemed to have some hints of mockery. She did not know what to say at that moment.
As for him, he closed his eyes to cover up the shine on his eyes.
“Sis, one day, I will make you touch me willingly. Right now, I will not force you to stay by my side. However, you best believe me. One day, you will beg to stay with me.”
That crisp and cold voice plainly spoke words as if he was merely chatting casually, but those words were like a clap of thunder that rumbled in Grace’s ears, making her heart thump in a messy beat.
‘Willingly touch him. Willingly stay by his side.
‘How is that possible?!
‘We are people from different worlds. Furthermore… Jason, these three words… They represent immeasurable pain for
Grace arrived at the Sanitation Service Center in the afternoon.
Claire Watts noticed that Grace looked rather pale and weak, thus she caringly asked if Grace took half a day off because she was feeling unwell. Grace could only force out a smile and say that some issues had cropped up with her family.
Grace did not know what she should feel when she thought about her mission to complete Jason’s gloves.
In the evening, her mother’s familial home called to inform her that her uncle and the rest had been released. They had visited her grandmother as well. Fortunately, her grandmother appeared to have improved slightly.
However, they requested Grace to return home during the weekend as they needed to discuss the condition of her grandmother.
After hanging up, Grace felt heavy-hearted. The only person she was concerned about back at her familial home was her grandmother.
Whatever it was, she had to go back that coming weekend.
Over the next few days, Jason did not appear in front of her.
This made her feel relieved. She continued to work on that half-completed glove based on the measurements of his hands.
Although Jason had not specified a deadline, she wanted to get it done as soon as possible. Unfortunately, she had never knitted gloves, so she was unfamiliar and kept making mistakes.
Once she knitted wrongly, she had to remove a portion and redo it all over again.
In order to rush her work, Grace simply took her half-knitted gloves and the wool with her. She could knit a little during the afternoon break.
When Claire Watts saw Grace’s knitted gloves, she said curiously, “Are you knitting these for yourself to wear? It seems a little too big, though.”
Claire Watts asked, “Is it a gift for someone?”
“Uh-huh,” Grace answered.
“This doesn’t look like your size. Are you knitting it for someone else?” Claire Watts guessed.
Grace nodded again.
“You haven’t gotten yourself a boyfriend, have you?” Claire Watts spoke again.
“No.” She hastily denied.
“If you don’t have one, why are you knitting so earnestly? You’re even using your afternoon break to knit.” Claire Watts obviously did not believe her words.
Grace could not do anything about it either. What could she say? She could not say that it was because she was knitting this for Jason that she wanted to finish it as soon as possible,
right?
If she really said this, she predicted Claire Watts would think.
that her brain had short-circuited.
“Speaking of which, it’s such a shame that Chase Harper is about to have his heart broken.” Claire Watts was a little regretful. “Chase Harper isn’t all that bad actually. He’s got a house, and he’s an honest fellow. Marrying a man like that will ensure a lifetime of stability.”
Indeed, if she really married Chase Harper, the rest of her life would indeed be very steady.
Only, when that car accident happened that year, it was destined that she would not be fated with ‘steadiness’ in this lifetime.
Grace hoped Chase Harper would be able to find a woman who could truly love and care for him for the rest of their lives.
“Still, I heard someone say that it seems Chase Harper wants to resign. I don’t know if it’s true or not. The work in this Sanitation Service Center is admittedly a little low-grade, but Chase Harper is lucky to have a permanent position. When others want to find a job that has been budgeted for, it’s not so easy.”
Grace stilled. “Chase Harper wants to resign?”
“That’s what I heard,” Claire Watts muttered. “It’s a permanent position that others can’t get even if they beg for it, yet he actually wants to resign. It feels a little impossible.”
Grace’s brain was a little muddled up.
Was Chase Harper’s desire to resign related to her? Was it because of the things she said to him that night? Was it because she had dissed him for not having money?
Her original intention was only to make him not waste any more time on her, but if he was really quitting his job…
Grace did not ponder on it any longer and got up immediately. She headed to the office of the transportation fleet to look for him.
When she found Chase Harper, he was in the middle of a hand over with the people in the transportation fleet.
“Can we talk alone for a while?” Grace opened her mouth and asked.
Chase Harper glanced at Grace, then muttered a few sentences to the colleague by his side. He turned to Grace to say, “Alright then. Let’s talk in my office.”
Here in the Sanitation Service Center, Chase Harper had an office to himself.
Grace nodded, then walked into the office after Chase
Harper. “You’re going to resign?” she asked directly.
Chase Harper stilled, then immediately seemed a little ill at ease as he scratched his head. “Even you know of this matter now. Uh-huh, I am planning to quit. I’ve handed my resignation letter to the superintendent.”
“Is it because of what I said that night? Actually, you don’t have to mind what I said. Your job now in the transportation fleet is a very good one. Moreover, if your qualifications grow in the future, you can even go up in ranks,” she said.
“But no matter how much my qualifications grow, I still can’t catch your eye, right?” he asked.
In an instant, it seemed that something had been stuffed into Grace’s mouth.