Filed to story: My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict Novel by Anastasia Marie
If she continued working here in the future, she might not be able to avoid ‘special treatment’ and would suffer peculiar looks from the others.
“I’ll pa**. I want to change my working environment,” Grace said.
“I see.” The director thought that the big shot behind Grace was going to give her a decent job, so with some more dissuasions, he agreed to Grace’s resignation. Besides, he did not deduct her leave money and gave her one month’s salary. He even got the finance department to settle it immediately.
Once out of the Sanitation Service Center, Grace took a deep breath. The extra one month’s salary was also a gesture of goodwill from the director, which, to put it simply, had something to do with Jason.
If she had the backbone, she would have refused.
Unfortunately, she could not.
Her grandmother was still in the hospital. The money borrowed. from Lina last time might not last long, and there might be subsequent expenses later. By then, her old debt would not be cleared, and she would owe a new one.
Grace walked to the place where Claire Watts worked and said goodbye to her.
When Claire Watts learned that Grace had resigned, she hurriedly said, “Why did you resign so suddenly?”
“It’s not good to ask for leave all the time,” she said.
“This is an accident. You can just ask for leave, I can do more,” Claire Watts said, looking at Grace’s ten fingers that were still wrapped in gauze. “Is your hand all right?”
“I can remove the gauze in two more days. It’s all right,” Grace said.
“What kind of job are you going to look for?” Claire Watts asked with concern.
“Maybe I’ll work as a food delivery rider,” she said.
“That’s going to be hard work.” Claire Watts sighed. She had to run around for that job, and it cost a lot more energy than sweeping the floor.
“I’m not afraid of hard work.” Grace smiled faintly. All she was afraid of now was the lack of money.
One would only know the importance of money when they needed it.
Once she was back in Reed Residence, Grace found Jason sitting on the sofa, waiting for her.
“Come here,” he said to her, holding out one hand.
She bit her lip a little, hesitated for a moment, and went to his side.
He took her hands gently in both of his and stroked his fingers over hers that were wrapped in gauze. “Where have you been?”
“I was at the Sanitation Service Center,” she said.
“The driver said you insisted that you didn’t want him to send you there and got on the bus instead?” he asked again.
“I’m not used to being picked up,” she replied.
“It’s a good thing you’re back now. When you came back, he didn’t see you and could not catch which bus you were on. If you had come back 15 minutes later, I’d have the whole city looking for you,” Jason said calmly as if he was just casually talking.
Grace was taken aback. “The whole city… looking for me?” That was a bit of an exaggeration.
“Didn’t I tell you to recuperate? What were you doing at the Sanitation Service Center?” He said and instructed the servant to bring her daily change of medicine and gauze.
“I went to go through the formalities of resigning,” she answered truthfully. He probably would have found out eventually even if she did not tell him.
“You want to change your job? Why don’t I see if I have a job for you?” he said.
“It’s all right. I’ll find a job myself.” She refused.
His eyes darkened, and the fingers that clung to her hands tightened slightly. “You don’t like me helping you to find a job,
Sis?”
Her body could not help but stiffen. It was as if her surroundings were filled with some kind of pressure.
“I want to find a job myself.” She took a deep breath, her almond-shaped eyes meeting his dark gaze.
It would have been much easier for her if he found her a job. The job he would have given her would certainly be one that was easier and paid a lot more.
However, how long… would that last?
When he got tired of the game in the future and kicked her out, all she would have then would be nothing.
Or perhaps, in addition to this scruple, her refusal was to preserve what little self-respect she had left.
Yes. Now, the ordeal of life and the cruelty of reality continued to wear away her pride.
Once upon a time, it had been difficult for her to imagine what it was like to kneel to people, but in prison, she knelt to people more than once, ate food that was overturned on the ground, and had her head trampled by people with their feet…
Why talk about self-esteem when staying alive was hard enough?
Now, she, who was once proud, already had her self-esteem shattered.
She would like to keep what little self-esteem she had left.
The two looked at each other. Even the servant who had come with the medicine and gauze could feel the suffocating atmosphere in the air around them.
As a result, the servant, with slightly shaky hands, left the things on the coffee table. She then quickly retreated to one side, fearing that the boss would be angry. After all, in Emerald City, who dared to provoke Young Master Reed?
Grace stared at Jason with her eyes wide open. She could sense that he was angry. Even his extremely beautiful eyes had an unmistakable hint of anger within them.
A sense of fear pervaded her body. After all, she already had a fear of him.
Only now she did not know where she had the courage to keep staring into his eyes.
Finally, he gently lowered his eyes and was now smiling a little. “Since you’re going to find a job yourself, then find it yourself.”
As he spoke, he unwrapped the gauze from her fingers bit by bit. He deftly removed the gauze, reapplied the ointment to her fingers, and wrapped her fingers in the new gauze.
His movements were very gentle. Each of his movements was so careful.
Grace could not help but look at the man in front of her. At the moment, his head was lowered, so she could not see his face, but his gentle gestures seemed so protective of her.
It was he who had been changing her dressing and gauze these days. She said that it would be fine for the servant to change it for her, but he insisted that he would change the dressing for her.
“I don’t trust anyone else with Sis.” This was the answer he gave.
There were times when she really thought she did not understand him. He would look like he was angry one moment but would gently change her dressing the next.
He was like… a different person.
Or should she say he was… temperamental?
As he once again wrapped her fingers in gauze, he raised nis eyes. Suddenly, their eyes collided with each other. The anger in his eyes was gone, and he had a smile on his face.
What’s wrong with this Grace, it’s like she loves suffering,why not enjoy the moment, save for d future if she’s afraid Jason will abandon her later, instead of suffering like this for how long.Senseless pride.
It’s not Grace, it’s the writer who has decided to make her suffer 😔