Filed to story: My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict Novel by Anastasia Marie
Maybe she had cried too much earlier, so she did not have any more tears to shed this time.
“Thank you,” Grace said as she looked up at Jason. Without him, she would never have found her mother’s ashes.
“If you really want to thank me, you may as well thank me later,” Jason said and looked at Terrence. “Has everything been arranged?”
“It’s all set,” replied Terrence.
Jason once again turned to Grace and said, “Take your mother’s ashes. The first thing we should do now is to bury your mother.”
She was stunned as she looked at him blankly.
“Come on. I’ve made all the arrangements,” he said.
It was only a simple sentence, but it inexplicably calmed her down.
It seemed as if with him around, she had nothing to worry about.
Grace followed Jason out of the group rental house and got into the car.
When the car once again stopped, they were already at a famous cemetery in Emerald City.
Because of its location, convenient transportation, and well-planned cemetery, it was difficult to buy a cemetery plot here even if you had money.
Jason took Grace to one of the empty cemetery plots where there were already several people in uniforms waiting as well as a few people who looked like the staff.
Grace looked in amazement at the tombstone with her mother’s name on it and her name on the bottom right.
He had prepared all these.
He had helped her to settle everything she could not do right now.
“This is where your mother will be buried. If you don’t like it here, you can choose somewhere else,” said Jason.
“No, it’s fine here!” Grace said quickly. The cemetery plot he had chosen for her mother was in a separate spot in the cemetery, not in line with the rest.
If one were to describe them as houses, the rows and rows of tombs were apartments while the tomb he had chosen was like a mansion.
It was a small independent space surrounded by a row of trees. There were even stone tables and chairs a few meters in front of the tomb for visitors to rest.
“Great. Then you can put your mother’s ashes in,” said Jason.
Grace nodded, stooped down, and placed her mother’s cinerary casket in the hole in front of the tombstone where the ashes were kept. Then, the workers covered it with the slate and poured cement over it to seal it.
The cemetery staff presented Grace with a contract for the cemetery. It was a one-time contract for 50 years.
However, Grace saw that the cost was a huge amount. Even before her incident, she might not have been able to afford such an expensive cemetery plot.
“Mr. Reed has paid for all the expenses. You just need to sign.
here, Miss Cummins,” said the cemetery staff.
Grace knew she owed Jason another big favor.
Biting her lip slightly, she took the pen and signed her name. After all, it was not the time to worry about her remaining pride.
After the cemetery staff and workers left, Jason asked Terrence to bring out incense as well as the fruits and food for worship.
“You have not paid your respects to your mother today. You can do it now.” As he spoke, he stooped down and laid out the candles, food, and fruits. Then, he took out a lighter and lit the candles. Finally, he lit another bunch of incense and gave her three of them.
Grace took the incense and stared at the tombstone where her mother now laid. Her heart was at last at rest.
Even if her mother had pa**ed away, she now had a resting place.
Grace respectfully bowed three times to the tombstone, putting all her longing for her mother at the bottom of her heart.
“Mom, I’ll visit you again this winter solstice, and I’ll come every day after that. I won’t keep you waiting anymore,”
muttered Grace. “Mom, if you’re hearing this, please bless me so I can find out the truth of the car accident and clear my name one day.”
Jason’s eyes darkened when he heard Grace’s last remark, and his hands trembled slightly as he held the incense.
When Grace placed the incense sticks in front of her mother’s grave, Jason followed closely. He held the incense sticks and bowed three times toward Grace’s mother’s grave.
This startled Terrence and the bodyguards who were still in front of the grave.
Was… Was Young Master Reed bowing to Miss Cummins’s mother? Even if it was normal to respect the dead, but… this was Young Master Reed. How many other people in Emerald City had he bowed to?
Grace also looked at Jason in surprise, not expecting him to bow to her mother. “You…” she muttered.
“She’s your mother. Of course, I should pay her my respects,” Jason said, crouching down and planting the incense in front of the tombstone.
If it were not for this woman, she would not exist.
He would never know that there was someone that he wanted so much!
Grace felt as though her heart was filled with an indescribable feeling. The moonlight fell on him as if he had been covered with a silvery chiffon veil.
Dark hair, moon-white skin, and a sleek neck. From her line of vision, she could see the shape of one of his ears and the profile of his face.
She could not take her eyes off of him. She even felt that his ears looked better than the average man’s.
When he straightened up and turned to face her, she felt as if something had struck her heart,
In the moonlight, his eyes were like peach blossom petals that fell on the lake, causing silver ripples. His lips opened and closed. They acted like strings that stirred her heart up.
Just then, it was as if the sky and the earth had disappeared. She could only see him.
Then, she watched as his face got closer and closer to her. His features were exquisite, like God’s most elaborate masterpiece.
“What happened?” Her ears finally heard his voice.
She shuddered. She came back to her senses only to discover that she had fallen into a trance just by looking at him.
“No… Nothing,” Grace said quickly.
“If there’s nothing else, we can go back now. You can always come here when you want to see your mother. Even if your father finds out that your mother is buried here, he won’t be able to take her ashes anywhere else,” said Jason.
He held out his hand to her as he spoke.
She stared at the hand that was held out to her. She hesitated for a moment before placing it in his hand. “Thank you.”
It was the second time this evening that she had thanked him.
The first time was when he helped her find her mother’s cinerary casket. This time, he helped her bury her mother.
“If you really want to thank me, you might as well like me more,” he said.
She was stunned, and her face could not help turning red. Then, with her head down, she followed him out of the cemetery.
The two got into the car, and Grace looked out of the car window at the receding cemetery. The burden she had been holding in her heart was finally let go.
From now on, this would be her mother’s final resting place. Besides, she would not have to worry that her father would move her grave again.
These were all thanks to Jason.
Jason finally found the right formula. Find out who and what she cares about and take care of them.