Filed to story: My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict Novel by Anastasia Marie
“Sis, it’s okay. I’m here. I’m right here. No one can hurt you.” A familiar voice sounded by her ear.
“Whose voice is this?”
“Oh, right, it’s Jay! Jay!”
Grace opened her eyes with some difficulty. What entered her view was a face that was as handsome as a deity’s.
This was… Jay! But… it seemed that there was something different about him.
“Sis, you’re finally awake. Are you still feeling unwell?” Jason’s cold voice contained a hint of tenderness.
Grace shook her head. After she had sat up with his help, she realized that there was something different about him.
His thick bangs were now combed back, revealing his full forehead. He was wearing a tailor-made suit with a fie around his neck and had a watch on his wrist. Grace recognized the watch’s brand. If this watch was authentic, then it would have to be worth at least a few million dollars.
“Is this… Jay?” She blinked her eyes and felt that everything was a bit surreal.
“Sis, what’s wrong?” he asked again because she looked to be in a trance.
“Are… are you really Jay?” she asked in a low voice.
“Yes, I am,” he replied.
“But… you’re wearing…”
Only then did he realize that the outfit he was wearing was the same one that he had worn the day before for dinner with his grandfather.
“If I were the Jay she knows, I wouldn’t be able to afford to wear things like this.
“However, after all that we went through last night, I don’t wish to conceal my identity anymore. After all, I’ll have to tell her who I really am sooner or later. If I do it now, it’ll just be at bit sooner than originally planned.
“And once she knows my real identity, it’ll be easier for me to take her under my wing.”
“Even if I’m dressed differently, I’m still Jay, right?” he asked. with a faint smile as he looked at her.
At that moment, even if Grace had been an idiot, she would have been able to sense that something was wrong. She realized that there were some things that were not as she had originally imagined.
“You’re not a homeless person?
“I’m not,” he confessed.
“Then… why did you pretend to be a homeless person?” A feeling of having been deceived rose within her and she glared at him. Her two hands clenched tightly to the bedding covering her and her fingers trembled slightly.
“The younger brother who I thought was innocent and had no one to depend on is not at all what I thought. It had been my own wishful thinking from start to end.
“It’s just as Lina said. I knew nothing of him and yet I rashly brought him back home.
“And if he isn’t really a homeless person, why was he staying with me in that cramped rental apartment? What do the days that we spent living together mean to him?”
“I didn’t pretend. You made an assumption and I didn’t correct it,” he argued.
Grace paused slightly, and for a moment, she did not know how to refute him.
“Then… then why did you still live with me? You have a house!” she exclaimed as she glared at him.
“Because it felt good living with you and…” he said and raised a hand to lightly smooth out her rather messy hair. “Back then, you were the one who ‘wanted’ me. That’s why I stayed, okay?”
Grace bit her lip as her face paled and reddened repeatedly.
“That’s right! I was the one who took the initiative from start to end!”
She pushed back the covers, wanting to get out of bed and leave the place, but as soon as her feet touched the floor, her body suddenly weakened and she fell forward.
It was as if her legs had turned to mush, devoid of energy.
He stretched out his arms and caught her. “The drugs in your body haven’t been completely discharged yet. You were suffering the whole night yesterday, so I’m afraid you don’t have any energy for now.”
His reminder caused her to suddenly recall the incident that had happened the previous night. “Last night… I was drugged by my uncles and then…they took me over to Miller’s house.”
Grace’s face paled instantly. “After that, I… I was carried into Miller the Fool’s room. Then… they closed the room door and the fool lunged at me…”
“Last night, I…” Her lips trembled and her entire body shiverea.
He lowered his head to study the woman in his embrace. “At this moment, she’s just like a small and weak animal. She looks so fragile, as if she couldn’t withstand a single blow. She’s so goddamn… pitiful.”
“People can’t help but want to protect her at all costs.”
“Too many people call me cruel and cold-blooded, and yet they would never expect that I want to protect her.”
“It’s okay. The thing you feared would happen didn’t happen last night. When I rushed over, it was just in time,” Jason said.
“It really is him… who saved me!”
Grace raised her head and dazedly stared at the face that was inches away from her. “But why did you go there to save me?” She thought to herself, “He didn’t even come with me to town yesterday!”
“Sister, did you forget? You called me and I rescued you,” he replied with a faint smile. “Luckily, I got there in time.”
“After only a phone call, he was able to travel more than a hundred kilometers just in time to save me?!”
Grace felt an indescribable shock coursing through her heart.
He spoke as he carried her to the bed and carefully tucked her under the covers. “Your hand was cut by the mirror shard. It’ll probably take a few days for it to heal. If there’s a scar, I’ll hnd the best doctors to remove it for you.”
Only then did Grace notice that her right hand was bandaged a layer of gauze. She had been so distracted by the many shocking revelations that she had not realized that there was a dull pain in her right hand.
“How much of yesterday do you remember, Sister?” Jason asked with a serious expression.
Grace bit her lip lightly and did not try to hide the events that had happened the night before during the dinner, relaying everything to Jason without reservation.
Jason’s expression darkened. “Her relatives are truly… they sold her to a fool! They sure have guts!
“If anyone dares to scheme against her, I will never let them get away!”
Just then, Jason’s phone suddenly rang and he frowned as he glanced at the caller ID. He then turned to Grace and said, “I lied to you when I hid my identity from you. You can have me apologize to you in any way you like, but now that you’re hospitalized, you should take good care of yourself. I’ll go and get the doctor.”
When Jason was done talking, he left the room and gave instructions to Terrence, who had been keeping watch outside. “Grace has already woken up. Call for the doctor to check on her condition.”
Only after he had finished giving orders did he answer the call. Mr. Reed’s voice rang at the other end of the phone. “Why did you take so long to pick up?”
“I’m a little busy,” Jason replied calmly.
“Is it related to the woman you saved last night?” Mr. Reed asked frankly.