Chapter 93 – 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

Mr. Reed huffed coolly. “You came to see me today just to say that?”

“No,” Jason replied. “I want you to stay away from her!”

Mr. Reed narrowed his eyes but kept a straight face as he angrily asked, “What do you mean by that? Are you threatening your grandfather? Can it be that this old man isn’t as important as a woman?”

“Grandpa, I’m just telling you. It’s not a threat,” Jason said with a light chuckle. “I told you to stay away from her. No matter the relationship between me and her, you are to stay away from her. Of course, I don’t know how I would react if you laid a finger on her. Why don’t you try?”

Mr. Reed’s expression changed subtly and in an instant, he felt a trembling fear.

“This is the heir I’ve cultivated. He has grown up as I had expected and maybe beyond that but he’s also… increasingly uncontrollable!”

“What do you like about Grace?” He could not help asking. “There are so many young ladies of note in Emerald City. Plenty of them have both beauty and brains, coming from innocent family backgrounds while some are multi-talented, and yet you only have eyes for a woman who has been to prison.”

“Maybe because she’s a little stupid,” Jason muttered.

“Stupid enough to bring me back to the rental apartment. Stupid enough to speak from the bottom of her heart to a stranger. Stupid enough for me to love her so dearly.

“This woman was imprisoned for three years and yet she hasn’t become any smarter.

“But she said that my eyes were pretty and clean. She didn’t look at them with the Old Master’s disgust nor was she infatuated like those other women. She had a sense of appreciation and… a feeling of protectiveness.

“She said she wanted to protect the cleanliness within my eyes.

“But does she know that no one had ever used clean to describe me? I am an executioner in the eyes of many,

achieving my goals by any means.

“How can someone like me be clean?!”

“All right, Grandpa. I won’t disturb your rest.” Jason smiled and got up to leave.

Mr. Reed stared at the door as it opened and closed, a complicated expression on his face as if deep in thought.

When Jason returned to the patient ward, Grace had already fallen asleep. He walked to her bedside but did not switch on the light. He borrowed the moonlight shining through the window to study her sleeping face.

There were still obvious tear stains on her face. He raised a hand and gently stroked her cheek. “Did she cry when I left?

“How many tears did she shed? She’s not someone who loves to cry. She’s so calm when facing me as if she could only resign to her hardships and yet, she cries when her back is turned.

“What did she cry over? Was she crying over the fact that I lied to her? Or was she crying because I’m Jason? Or perhaps…”

“Grace…” Jason mumbled. “Since you’ve made me fall for you, then you should stay by my side, right?”

It was as if she had heard his voice and she frowned suddenly. Her forehead broke out in a cold sweat and immediately,

she started to shake her head left and right as if avoiding something.

Jason furrowed his brows and just as he wanted to call for a doctor, Grace who was still in deep slumber abruptly opened her eyes as she sat upright, shouting, “Noooo…”

“Sister, what’s wrong?” Jason asked.

In the next moment, Grace hugged Jason’s waist tightly as if she were drowning. “Jay, that’s great… it’s you… it’s you… I had a nightmare. I dreamed that I was in jail and those people would not let me go. I begged them, I… I even kowtowed to them but they continued to hit me…”

“Even in my dream, the pain was still so acute. Now that I’m awake, I can still feel my abdomen hurting.”

She suddenly stopped mid-sentence and her entire body froze.

She had just realized that this was Jason not “Jay”! “The man I’m hugging now is Jason and the pain I suffered in jail was instigated… by him.”

Grace released her arms stiffly and her body subconsciously shifted back.

And yet, in the next moment, his arm had already looped around her waist and he pulled her straight into his embrace. “Sister, are you afraid of me?”

As he hugged her, he could feel her body shivering slightly like a fragile small creature reacting when faced with a predator at the top of the food chain.

She bit her lip and struggled to suppress the fear within her. “Yes, I’m afraid,” She then continued frankly, “I’ve been taught too many lessons in prison. Fear was beaten into me…”

“No one will ever beat you again,” he said, interrupting her. “Sister, I promise that from now on, no one will dare hit you.”

Grace raised her head dazedly and asked, “What exactly do you want?”

He chuckled lightly and replied, “I’ve said it before. I want you to stay by my side.”

“You can have so many people stay by your side. Plenty of women would be willing to do so,” she said.

His smile grew even brighter but his eyes darkened. “So you’re not willing to do it, right?”

She remained silent, not knowing how to reply to him.

“But so what if you’re not willing? What else can you do?” he retorted as if amused. “You see, if I wanted you now, do you think you’ll be able to do anything?”

As he spoke, he lowered his head and pressed his lips onto hers.

She was taken aback and momentarily forgot to respond. Only when he continued to deepen the kiss, did she suddenly snap out of her trance and struggled to tilt her head to avoid his kiss.

But it was to no avail. His fingers latched onto her chin and each time she tilted her head away, his hand would pry her head back to its original position. He was utterly unavoidable and she could only bear with it.

A sense of helplessness rose within her. “This is the first time I’ve felt the difference in strength between men and women.”

Just when she was about to suffocate, he finally released her lips, and she inhaled large gulps of air. “Let go of me, Jason!”

But he paid no mind to her and his lips trailed down her neck to leave small kisses. His fingers gently moved to unfasten the buttons of her hospital gown.

“Noooo…” she screamed. She struggled against him arduously and yet no matter how much she wrestled, it was useless against him. Her face was flushed red and the skin under the open hospital gown was suddenly exposed to the cold air, causing goosebumps to appear, “Let go of me! Let go of me!”

She felt panicked and frustrated.

And yet, his manner was composed. His long fingers pressed against her wrists and with a smile, he said, “Sister, you can shout a little louder. There are bodyguards, nurses, and doctors on shift out there. They might be able to hear your screams but…”

He paused and studied her with a burning gaze. “I can assure you, no one will come in and save you.”