Chapter 139 – The Scarlet Vengeance: Justice of a Framed Beauty Novel (Grace & Jason)

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

Grace uttered out the four words in her mouth, “Alright, I’ll go.”

She simply packed her luggage, which was just some change of clothes. As for the other toiletries, he only said that they were all available at Reed Residence, so she did not need to bring any with her.

He did not want her to take her clothes there as well, but she said, “I’m used to wearing these clothes. They’re comfortable.”

He could say nothing more and allowed her to take her clothes with her.

After she was done packing, Grace was about to carry her duffel bag, but Jason picked it up first and said, “I’ll take care of it.”

They walked out of the rental house with Grace following behind Jason.

Sometimes, she felt that he was unpredictable. He could be gentle one moment, but in the next, he would act as if he could knock you into hell at any time.

Now that she was going back to Reed Residence with him, it seemed that their relationship would become even more ambiguous.

When would she finally have nothing to do with him? Would she have to wait until he got tired of her? As she thought this, she stared at him with her eyes fixed on the scarf around his neck.

She had knitted the scarf with old wool, but she did not expect him to wear the scarf and the gloves at a party attended by so many elites.

In the comments she read online, everyone was wondering if it were new items from some luxury brand, or if they were a renowned designer’s handmade accessories. No one bothered to think that maybe the scarf and gloves were made with old wool by an ordinary person.

Perhaps, as he had said before, it was up to him to decide whether the scarf suited him or not.

Outside the residential building, Grace saw the familiar black car parked in front. Terrence got out of the car and quickly walked toward Jason, taking the duffel bag from him.

Jason turned around and looked at Grace who was still a few feet behind him. “What’s wrong? Let’s go.” He held out his hand to her as he spoke.

She bit her lip a little, hesitated, and raised her foot. She did not reach for his hand.

He frowned slightly and withdrew his hand. As she bent down to get into the car, he bent down in the same way. His lips.

got close to her ear and said, “You may not want to hold my hand today, but sooner or later, you won’t want to let go of my hand.”

Her body immediately went rigid, and her heart seemed to stop at that moment.

As Grace got into the car, she looked at Jason’s hand that was on her lap.

His fingers were long and distinct, looking very pretty. Did he say, sooner or later, she would not let go of his hand?

Was that possible?

When they arrived at Reed Residence, the gates opened and the car slowly drove into Reed Residence. The two sides of

Reed Residence were lined with ancient trees that all had hundreds of years’ worth of history. They were lush and evergreen all year round. Through the window, one could see the adjoining buildings. She could not see the size of the entire Reed Residence at one glance.

It was not that she had never seen a wealthy person’s mansion before. Sean Stevens’s family was wealthy too, and she often visited the Stevens residence back then. However, compared to Reed Residence, it was like comparing a villa to a palace.

The car came to the main house and Grace followed Jason out of the car.

He naturally took her hand and walked into the house. Grace could feel the eyes on her. It was a mixture of amazement and shock.

“Young Master.” A man who appeared to be in his 50s or 60s and was dressed as a butler approached Jason and respectfully said, “This is…”

“This is Grace. She’ll be staying here for a few days,” Jason said. He then introduced Grace, “This is Uncle Kwan. He is the butler here. If you need anything while you’re here, you can find Uncle Kwan.”

Uncle Kwan looked thoughtfully at Grace. There was a hint of surprise in his gaze.

Grace took the initiative to greet him. “Hello, Uncle Kwan.”

“Miss Cummins, if you need anything, just let me know.” Uncle

Kwan smiled.

“You can just call me Grace,” she said, feeling uncomfortable at the appellation.

“You are the Young Master’s guest, of course, I should call your Miss Cummins,” Uncle Kwan said, looking unapologetically polite.

Grace did not insist on it since she would not stay here for long anyway.

“Uncle Kwan, please show her the rooms and let her choose one,” Jason instructed.

“Just give me any room,” Grace said immediately.

“About this…” Uncle Kwan looked at Jason.

“Take the annex on the third floor, then,” Jason said lightly.

“Yes,” Uncle Kwan answered.

Grace was a little confused. What was an annex? However,

Uncle Kwan soon led her to the third floor, and she did not ask any more questions.

On the third floor, Uncle Kwan opened the door of a room and said to Grace, “Miss Cummins, please come in. I’ll have someone send your toiletries and daily necessities over later. If you have any specific brand or other requirements for these, you can also tell me.”

“Oh, nothing else,” Grace said.

Uncle Kwan left, and Grace looked around the huge room. It was femininely decorated and had a retro feel to it. The furniture was in a Chinese style, giving the room an elegant and quiet feeling.

Grace gave the furniture lying about a cursory glance. They were probably made from rosewood.

Of course, if they were all rosewood, the furniture in this room would be worth a fortune.

Was this how wealthy the Reed family was?

While Grace was surprised at the amount of rosewood in the room, a servant came in with some toiletries and new sheets.

She changed everything for her and brought up the duffel bag Grace had taken from her rented house.

“Thank you,” Grace said.

When the servant left, she took her stuff out of her duffel bag and hung her clothes in the closet.

However, to her surprise, there was a wedding dress hanging in the closet.

It was just that the style of the dress… The wedding dress must had been from a long time ago. It would be difficult to find one in such a style now.

However, the dress was very well made. It was neatly tucked inside a transparent dust bag.

Did the wedding dress belong to the last person who stayed in this room? Grace wondered. When she turned around, she saw another door on one side of the room.

When she opened the door, all she could see behind it was another room. It was completely different from the room she was in. The room looked cold and oppressive.

Everything was in the hues of blue and black. The furniture here was not made of rosewood. The design of the furniture was modern, concise, and lively.

It was just that the room was so sparsely furnished that it even looked a little empty.

Were the two rooms connected?

Grace thought to herself as she crept up to the bedside table, only to be shocked when her eyes fell on the picture frame on it. She stared at the picture with her almond-shaped eyes wide in disbelief.

It was a picture of her!

The problem was that she did not remember ever taking a picture like this, and if she looked at her eyes in the picture, they were not facing the camera.

Who took this picture? Why was it here? Whose room was this…

Click.

Someone pushed open the door of the room and Grace looked up. It was Jason.

“Well, looks like Sis already knows that the two rooms interconnect with each other without me telling you.” Jason walked forward with a smile. His eyes were on the picture frame Grace was holding in her hand. “What do you think of this picture?”

“How come there’s a picture of me here?” she asked.

“I was the one who took it, of course,” he said, taking the frame out of her hand and putting it back on the bedside table. “I miss you so much when I can’t see you.”

His tone slightly raised at the end of the sentence. There was a hint of ambiguity.

As if thinking of something, she suddenly said, “Is this your room?”

“It’s my room.” He nodded.

Grace bit her lip. “In that case… Get me another room.”

“Why? Didn’t you say you can take any room? Why does Sis mind now when one of us has slept on the bed while the other one slept below the bed? There wasn’t even a door in between us,” Jason said.

Grace bit on her lower lip as her face turned slightly red. She could not help imagining the old days when they lived together in the rented house. Back then, she could just look down and she would see him lying below her bed.

Even the cold room felt warm.

At that time, she could approach him so freely, but now…

“Sis…” He suddenly bent down. There seemed to be a look of gloom in his eyes. “Do not simply show an expression like that to a man, all right?”

She was startled and instinctively started to move back, but his hand slipped around her waist to stop her.

“It’s… It’s late. I’m going to wash up and go to bed,” she said. Her body was stiff, afraid that he might kiss her as he did back in the rented house….

“Is it?” He fixed his gaze on her.

His eyes seemed to hold her entire mind. She quickly lowered her head to keep her eyes from his.

His eyes were so beautiful that they seemed to be able to suck her soul and will.

Suddenly, he let go of his hand and said with a smile, “It’s late,

Sis. Go wash up.”

Grace then heaved a great sigh of relief and hurried out of his room. She went back into the next room and headed toward the bathroom.

In the bathroom, Grace looked at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were so red and juicy as if they were dripping water. There was a hazy and delicate look in those almond-shaped eyes. No wonder Jason asked her not to look at a man like that.

Grace suddenly tossed her head and turned on the tap, cooling her now hot cheeks with cold water.

What was wrong with her?! Even though she could not resist

Jason, she did not have to blush like that.

 

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