Chapter 51 – 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

Jason’s face changed slightly. He looked at her with his extremely beautiful eyes. It seemed that his eyes were covered with a layer of silk, making no one able to see what he was thinking at the moment.

Grace bit her lip. “If you don’t want to tell me, just pretend that I didn’t ask.”

“Would you really like to know?” he countered, his voice carrying a hint of unintended coldness.

Grace twisted her hands together. It was one of her tells, when she was nervous. Her fingers pained her a lot he knew, so when she did that, she was usually feeling especially anxious.

“Why do you ask, Grace?”

Her big, pretty eyes batted up to his. “I just wanted to know more about you. However, if you don’t want to talk about these things, then let’s not talk about them. In any case, the past isn’t important. We just need to look ahead, right?”

He appreciated her giving him an out. But that was Grace, wasn’t it? Always thinking of others before herself.

“My father died. The day you met me was my father’s death anniversary. On that day, he died in the spot where I was sitting by the road.”

Grace was stunned. She had not been expecting the place where she met Jay to be the place where her father had passed away.

“I’m so sorry,” she said.

“He only had himself to blame for dying.” He shrugged. “Sister, there is no need for you to apologize,” Jason said in a low voice.

She suspected the story was not so simple as Jay depicted it. ‘He only had himself to blame?’ that sounded ominous. Grace was surprised. She hadn’t been expecting him to describe his father’s death that way.

“Jay, I’m not sure what you man by blaming him, perhaps it was some accident-”

“Was it? I don’t think so. He fell in love with someone he shouldn’t have fallen in love with, then when she discovered that he was useless, he was cast aside. It didn’t matter even if he kneeled down and begged. No,” Jason’s eyes darkened into an abyss. “No, that’s not entirely true. The more he groveled and begged, the more she despised him.” He shook his head as if clearing the thoughts. “In the end, he died in despair and had frozen to death in the snow.”

Jason’s expression was as indifferent as if he was just talking about something as ordinary as the weather-not a man succumbing to hypothermia and dying in it. Even his voice was as calm as usual. But… this was his father!

Grace felt as if he had returned to the first time she had seen him. He’d been distant then too. And… detached.

“Jay,” she called out to him.

He looked up, and her face was reflected in his dark pupils. “Tell me,” he goaded her. “Did he not bring it upon himself?”

She felt her throat dry up as she tried to respond. After a long while, she finally murmured, “Is that woman your mother?”

He was silent. There was no expression on his face, but there was a flash of pain in his eyes.

And so she knew the answer.

She didn’t know how to comfort him, feeling that at this moment any words she could provide would be useless. There were some wounds in the world that only people who had actually experienced them could understand the pain.

She stood up and hugged him as he stayed atop the chair.

His head was leaning against her chest, his nose was inhaling her breath, and her warmth was being transmitted onto his checks.

All of a sudden, the sound of her heartbeat came into his ears through her clothes.

This made him feel like… staying in this position forever….

“Mom, don’t go…”

The thin and short figure was kneeling down on the ground, hoping that the woman, who had already packed up her luggage, would not leave.

But it was useless. The woman still insisted on leaving and did not even look back at him.

Seeing that his mother was about to leave, the boy wanted to reach out and grab her.

But in the next moment, his tiny hand was swung away, and he felt a heart-wrenching pain in his chest…

It was so painful… so painful!

No one could save him from such pain, and no one could stop his pain!

It was so painful that he felt like he was going to suffocate, as if he was going to die…

“Jay! Jay!”

A voice was calling out to him!

Who was it? Who was calling out to him?

“Jay, don’t worry. It won’t hurt anymore. I’m here, I’m here.

Don’t worry, Jay…” The gentle voice was filled with anxiety and worry.

Under this sound, the feelings of suffocation and pain within him faded away like a falling tide. He struggled to open his eyes and looked at the delicate woman in front of him…

Grace breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s great. You’ve finally woken up.”

Woken up? When had he fallen asleep?

One moment he’d been in Grace’s arms. Soaking up her strength and scent. The next, he must’ve drifted off to sleep and the memories seized him.

Wait, no. That wasn’t entirely right.

They’d chatted more after dinner. Then each taken time to wash up and change for bed.

He’d lay down on the cot and counted her breaths until she fell asleep.

Jason rubbed his eyes, the events of the evening coming back to him in short order.

He’d not had a nightmare like this in a long time.

In his dream, he had knelt down in front of the woman and begged her… Was it because he had talked about that woman tonight that he had had such a dream?

Jason raked a hand through his hair. He exhaled a long breath and lowered his head only to find that the button of his pajamas had been unbuttoned, revealing his chest. “My clothes are…”

Grace saw the direction of his gaze and she pursed her lips as if she was embarrassed. “Because… you were shouting that it hurts so much. I was afraid that something was wrong with your body… So, uh, I just went ahead and unbuttoned your shirt to see if anything was wrong.”

He stared at her, and her face slowly grew redder.

“But I can assure you, I… I didn’t even have the time to look before you woke up, so actually, I didn’t see anything,” she hurriedly explained, but the more she explained, the odder she sounded.

And the brighter her cheeks glowed.

“It doesn’t matter even if you see. You can look at my body,” Jason said.

She was blushing so hard, and it was quite adorable, actually.

“Your body… does it h-hurt anymore?” It took her a long time to stutter out this sentence.

“Mhm, it doesn’t hurt anymore.” He lowered his head and began to button up his pajamas.

She tried her best to keep her gaze above his neck, but she accidentally caught a glimpse of his chest, and then suddenly pulled down his pajama top again.

“Hey-you are hurt!’

She stared at his chest. There was a scar right above his heart. Although the scar was already faint, Grace could still tell that the wound had definitely not been a minor injury back when he had received it. “What’s wrong with you here…”

“It’s just a small injury,” he said in an indifferent manner.

She bit her lower lip with her teeth and raised her hand to touch. the scar gently. While he had been sleeping, he had been crying out in pain, and her hand had accidentally touched this area. Was he in pain because of this injury?

How bad was he hurt back then? Grace felt as if her own heart was being wrenched.

“How did you get hurt like this? When did it happen?” she murmured.

His body stiffened slightly. It had been many years since he had been injured, and other than the doctors, no one else had touched his wounds. She was the only one… It was as if all the blood in his body was pumping into the area near his heart. Beneath her touch, his heart was beating faster than usual.

“It’s been a long time. It’s no longer painful,” he said.

She was slightly relieved, and only then did she suddenly notice their current positions seemed to be a little inappropriate.

“That’s, that’s good. Hurry up and button up or you’ll catch a cold.” With a blush on her face, she quickly moved her hand away.

All of a sudden, the temperature in his chest seemed to fall, and he suddenly felt empty in his heart.

He buttoned up his pajamas slowly. “By the way, when I was dreaming, what else did I say besides crying out?”

She hesitated for a moment and said, “Just… you kept shouting “Mom, don’t go.”

His body stiffened; his hands gradually clenched into fists, and his nails dug into his palms.

She looked at him and couldn’t help reaching out her hand to touch his cheek. The coldness from his face seeped into her fingertips.

“Jay,” she called out in a low voice.

He slowly raised his head.

His eyes looked as empty as they had been when he had spoken to her about his parents. Some wounds never healed. They only festered with time.

This man, for as stoic and resolute as he claimed to be, he was still suffering.

And it tore at her heart.