Chapter 126 – My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict Novel PDF Free (Grace & Jason)

Filed to story: My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict Novel by Anastasia Marie

“Then I hope you can find this person soon,” said Grace.

“Yes, I hope I can find her soon too,” he said. “What about you? When you were in this little town, did you have any special experiences? Such as… saving anyone, or telling someone that the food in this restaurant is really good.”

Grace burst into laughter. “I probably told a lot of people back then that this restaurant’s food is pretty good, but actually the locals all like to eat here. As for saving someone… I probably haven’t.”

At least, she could not remember doing so.

“You really haven’t?” His eyes narrowed.

“Mr. Hart, are you hoping that I’ve saved someone?” Grace asked.

Despair flashed through Brian’s eyes. So… it was not her? The person he was looking for was not her?

Actually, he had not thought too much of it in the beginning.

It was just that when he saw her for the first time, he felt that her face vaguely had the image of the person from his memories.

Only back then, that person had been much younger.

Later on, according to that person’s appearance from his memories, he imagined many times what she would look like as a grown-up.

In these few years, all the girlfriends he found had appearances that were more or less similar to that person’s image.

This time, after he saw her in the hospital, a suspicion rose in him suddenly. He thought, ‘Is this woman before me possibly that person?’

After all, when he met that person back then, it was right in this small town.

Except when he asked her about it, it seemed that he had overthought this.

“You’re not her,” he said casually. She was not that person.

What? Doubt flashed through Grace’s eyes.

At this time, the boss of the restaurant served up the dishes.

Brian said, “Alright, let’s eat. Want to have some wine?”

Grace recalled her experience of being drunk in front of Jason and swiftly shook her head. “No need. I’ll just have a regular drink.”

Thus, Brian got the boss to bring two bottles of beverage over.

“You’re not drinking wine either?” She raised her eyebrows.

“I’ll be driving later, so I won’t drink,” he said.

Her expression darkened suddenly as she thought of that car crash that got her to be sentenced. The charge was for drunk driving, but she had not drunk anything that day at all!

“That’s right. You had a car crash back then because you drove drunk, right?” His voice suddenly sounded. “Is that why you found a job sweeping at the Sanitation Service Center?”

“At least I still have a job to do,” Grace said self-deprecatingly.

“Do you want me to go say hi over at the Sanitation Service Center and get them to arrange a more easygoing position for you?”

“No need.” Grace refused. After all, a favor from this Master

Hart was not that good to take.

Brian furrowed his eyebrows slightly. It was the first time he had been rejected like this. If it was not because she looked like the girl from his memories, he would not have opened his mouth and offered to help her change her job.

Grace lowered her head to eat the rice in her bowl. Even when her head was down, she could still sense his gaze occasionally falling on her as if he was checking something.

After some difficulty, they were done with their meal. Brian said, “I’ll send you back.”

“No need. I’ll take the bus,” she said.

“If you rush to the bus stop now, can you still catch a bus back to Emerald City?”

When she glanced at the time, it was already 8.30 pm. Even if she rushed there now, she would not be able to catch the last bus today.

As for the train, she would have to wait until tomorrow morning before there would be one.

“I’ll send you,” said Brian casually. “If you don’t want me to, then you can think of a way yourself.”

Grace bit her lip slightly. If she was asked to think of a way herself at this moment, she really could not think of one.

“Then… thank you,” she said a little awkwardly.

She got into Brian’s car once again. Grace sat on the passenger side, watching the night view outside the window. The song playing in the car was one of Teresa Teng’s old songs-‘Man Bu Ren Sheng Lu’

Grace felt surprised yet again. She did not think that Brian would actually like to listen to old songs like this.

Moreover, this song had even been set to play on loop.

Hence, only this song played endlessly in the car.

Grace unconsciously remembered that she had once really like listening to this song and even knew how to sing it.

Because this song was in Cantonese, in order to sing this song well, she had made sure every Cantonese word was being enunciated properly.

During that period of time, she had been at her grandmother’s. Was it perhaps her happiest years?

While the song continued to play, Grace’s eyelids unconsciously drooped. Sleepiness slowly engulfed her.

In these few days, she had been working and busying herself with knitting the pair of gloves. Early this morning, she got on the bus to rush here and had been busy the whole day.

Hence, it did not take long before Grace unwittingly shut her eyes and fell asleep.

Brian slid a glance at the sleeping Grace and turned the volume down.

After she fell asleep, she looked even more like the person in his memories. She actually looked similar with her eyes open too, but when she had her eyes open, there was a kind of weather-beaten suppression in her expression. It was something that the person in his memories never had.

That person in his memories had clear, bright eyes that seemed to be full of limitless hope.

When Grace woke up, the car was already at the gates of the village she lived in.

She suddenly felt embarrassed and quickly undid her safety belt. “How long was I sleeping for?”

“It’s fine. Not long,” he said.

Grace quickly got out of the car. She reached for her bag resting next to her on the seat, except she did not grasp it properly. All the contents of the bag spilled over.

She was frantic and hurriedly picked up the things that had spilled from her bag.

Suddenly, a hand picked up her half-knitted glove faster than she could.

“You’re knitting gloves?” he asked, a little surprised.

“Uh-huh. I was bored, so I knitted a little.” She found a random excuse before quickly taking back the glove from his hands. She said another “thank you” before shutting the car door. In the next moment, she hastily entered her residential area.

Through the windshield of the car, Brian watched that figure gradually vanish from his vision.

That glove, based on the size, looked like the size of a man’s hand. Could it be that these gloves were being knitted for a man?

For a woman to knit a man something, if they were not family, then it seemed there was only one other reason for it.

Still, that wool was already old wool. He did not know who exactly she was knitting it for either.

Brian started his car once again and drove out of the area…

Grace returned to her residence. After washing up, she then took out her phone and looked at the money in her phone.

Currently, after leaving prison till now, the money she had saved up did not even amount to 5,000 bucks.

She had asked about her grandmother’s medical expenses while she was at the hospital. Although she only owed the hospital a few thousand up till now, if the treatment was to be continued, then this money would have to keep being spent. A conservative estimate would be around 50 thousand bucks, and later on, she would still have to see how her grandmother progressed after the treatment.

If it was a quarter of 50 thousand, then that was 12,500 bucks.

She had to get another 7,000 plus.

Thinking about the past, she really did not see 7,000 bucks as something worth noting of, but now… Grace finally experienced the feeling of a penny killing the hero.

Every penny she made from working at the Sanitation Service Center was worth accounting for. As for other sources of income, she had a criminal record, so it would be hard for her to find a part-time job.