Filed to story: My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict Novel by Anastasia Marie
She did not even know if she would ever have a home again.
“It’s too big, and I’m not used to living here. Maybe a small place like the rental house will suit me better,” she said tactfully. “Besides, I’ve paid the rent. It would be a pity not to live there.”
“Then you’d better get used to it, Sis,” Jason said calmly. “As for the rent, I’ll pay for it.”
“No, I…” She wanted to say more, but his eyes were suddenly cold.
“Sis, if you are really afraid of disturbing me by leaving work late, you can quit your new job and find another one. Isn’t that better?” He stared at her and said, “Or do you think this job is more important than me?”
Grace immediately had a hair-raising feeling.
Grace’s first reaction was that Jason would go after the small restaurant. An up-and-coming company that others said had a bright future was currently in doubt and would probably be rid of, not to mention a small restaurant.
“I… I hadn’t thought of it that way,” she muttered. She did not want anything to happen to Kyla’s small restaurant because of her. After all, she could see that Kyla was a nice person. With a deaf son, she must be heavily burdened.
“It’s best if you hadn’t. You can stay here in peace,” Jason said with a smile.
Grace pressed her lips together and said nothing.
Jason took Grace’s hands and pressed her palms against his cheeks. “Since you’re determined to find your own job, have it your way, but no matter how late you come back every night, you must bid me good night, all right?”
She was surprised that he would make such a request.
Bid him good night… That was what she used to say to him every night in the rental house. He was her family back then, someone she thought she could depend on.
Were… they still family now?
smiled. It was as it he was in perfect comfort.
She only felt her palms getting hotter and hotter until they were burning hot…
Grace took her credentials the next day and went to the small restaurant as agreed. Kyla Corbyn checked Grace in, briefed her, and a**igned her an electric bike.
“You can ride this to and from work. By the way, do you know how to ride this?” Kyla Corbyn suddenly thought of this question.
“Yes, I’ve ridden it before, but I haven’t ridden it for years. After al little practice, I should be able to ride it,” Grace said truthfully.
“Then you can practice later,” said Kyla Corbyn. “You know that you’ve got into a car accident before, so you need to be careful when you’re riding the electric bike. Don’t go over the speed limit.
or anything just because you want to be fast. It’s all right if you’re late. Better safe than sorry. It’s for the benefit of you and the others.”
Grace responded by telling Kyla Corbyn, “Yes, I know. I’ll be careful not to speed.”
Kyla Corbyn smiled. “Well, that’s it. Your salary will be paid on the
15th of every month. I’ll pay you basic Social Security. You can ask me if you have any questions.”
“All right,” said Grace. Suddenly, she felt something clinging to her
She looked down and saw a young beautiful face.
Grace remembered that Kyla called the child ‘Nelson’ yesterday.
“Come here, Nelson,” Kyla Corbyn said to the little one as she gestured.
However, the little one held on to Grace’s legs and looked up at Grace curiously, ignoring his mother.
Kyla Corbyn stepped forward, intending to pull her son away.
However, instead of obediently returning to his mother’s arms as he had done yesterday, he tightened his hold on Grace’s legs.
Kyla Corbyn said, “Sorry, Nelson’s not usually like this. He seems to like you.”
“It’s all right. I like Nelson too,” said Grace, picking up the little one as she spoke.
The little one did not struggle and was remarkably submissive. He even grinned broadly at Grace after she picked him up.
The smile had a trace of timidity and ingratiation that made Grace strangely sad. “Hello, Nelson,” said Grace, raising her hand to touch the little one’s head.
However, the little one could not hear her voice at all. He did not know what she was saying. He only looked at her in confusion.
Kyla Corbyn looked at her son and then at Grace. Suddenly, there was a flash of gloom in her eyes. Did Nelson… mistake Grace for that person? Was that why he was so unnaturally close to… If so, it was such a shame… They could never see that person again.
“Can you teach me some sign language one day, Kyla? I want to learn to communicate with Nelson,” Grace said to Kyla Corbyn.
Kyla Corbyn came to herself and quickly said, “Sure, of course.”
Grace interacted with the little one for a while, but because she did not know sign language, the interaction was not that smooth. She needed Kyla Corbyn to help with sign language.
By noon, Grace started delivering food.
She found time to practice riding the electric bike, and it was not too big a problem. The electric bike was like a bicycle. Once you knew how to ride it, even after a few years of not riding, you could still get the hang of it immediately.
However, when Grace was delivering food, she tried to control the speed and drive more slowly to get used to it.
The small restaurant had more orders for food deliveries at noon, but after half-past one, there were fewer orders for food deliveries.
It was almost two o’clock before Grace was finally free for lunch.
“Are you tired?” Kyla Corbyn asked.
“I’m doing just fine,” Grace said as she smiled. As far as she was concerned, it was not easy to make money.
“It’s just that sometimes the restaurant can get busy, and you can’t eat on time,” Kyla Corbyn said. Just like Grace, she had to wait until she was free to grab a bite.
“By the way, how old is Nelson? Doesn’t he have to go to kindergarten?” said Grace, looking at the little guy as he ate his fruit.
Kyla Corbyn gave a wry smile. “He could have gone to kindergarten this year, but because of his hearing disability, the kindergarten wouldn’t take him. Although there are kindergartens that cater to special children, the tuition is expensive, and children like him need cochlear implants. Plus, a parent has to accompany him. With my current condition, there’s nothing I can do.”
“Nelson doesn’t have a cochlear implant yet?” That was when
Grace realized that she had not seen the little one with a cochlear implant in his ear.
“I’m saving up for it. Maybe another two or three months and I’ll have enough money to get him a cochlear implant,” said Kyla Corbyn. It was as if the subject had given her hope again. Her face radiated thick maternal love as she tenderly looked at her son. “Once he gets the cochlear implant, Nelson will be able to hear and learn to speak.”
Grace could see that Kyla Corbyn loved Nelson very much.
Although she was the owner of a small restaurant, she only wore cheap, old clothes. She did not wear any jewelry, and her hair was always tied up casually.
Besides, as the boss, she handled the cashier, served the dishes, cleaned the tables, and seemed to do a little of everything. When the business was busy, she had no time at all.
Her abilities might be limited, but she gave her son the best that she could give.
At about three o’clock, the restaurant received another order, which included pineapple buns and milk tea.
It was only when Grace saw the address that she was distracted.
“What’s the matter? Is there a problem?” Kyla Corbyn had prepared the order for Grace only to find her staring blankly at the order receipt.
“It’s nothing,” replied Grace, taking the pineapple buns and milk tea.
The address of the order was clearly the law firm where she had previously worked at. Now that she was going to deliver food there, she would naturally meet her former colleagues.
Back then, she was such a splendid person in the office, Perhaps in a moment, she would be very embarra**ed.
Grace felt a hint of bitterness in her heart, but now that she had chosen this industry, these situations were inevitable.
destitute, could she not face those people?
‘I just have to get used to it!’ she thought to herself, then put the food on the electric bike and drove away.
Work is work and Grace is ready to earn her own money despite the conditions…I love this hirl
Work is and Grace is ready to earn her own money despite the conditions…I love this hirl