My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict

Chapter 84

That night, Jason was awakened by Grace’s muffled scream.

She tossed and turned and mumbled in her sleep.

He couldn’t make out what she was saying but her pained

whimpers and trembling made him think she was in fear or

pain.

“Sister,” he called to her. But she didn’t respond.

When he touched her head, he frowned. Her head was hot,

and her slight body was slicked with sweat.

Jason hurriedly wrung a towel soaked in cool water and wiped

Grace’s forehead.

But her eyes remained shut and she was still muttering something.

No matter how he called her, she wouldn’t wake up. A flash of panic crept over him. He didn’t know what to do-and he hated feeling inept. He hated it almost as much as realizing how worried he was about her. Which meant he was in way

over his head.

No. This was just a reaction given her medical history and

their circumstances.

Nothing more. Nothing less.

He took out his phone and immediately dialed Terrence. “Get

me a doctor. And send them to the apartment.”

“Now?” Terrence asked.

“Yes, now,” Jason ordered.

“Yes, sir.” There was a pause.

Jason asked irritably.

the situation, sir?

an ambulance?”

intelligent question and it lessened Jason’s annoyance slightly. “No,” he said. “No ambulance.” Then:

don’t think so.”

on this now,

he spared a second to offer some explanation because no doubt any doctor they called would want to know more details of the situation too. “She has a fever.

a doctor on the other line,” Terrence said.

events and the medical data from her

visit.”

out the washcloth to cool down her face

stay on the

too busy with Grace to realize he hadn’t hung up the

See you soon.”

way that suggested more than work or business obligation. And given this woman’s background and what had transpired surrounding Mr.

rather incredible.

to predict these events, Terrence would’ve said, ‘No. Not in a million years

In a shanty of

his former

wasn’t just here…

that realization was one he would keep to himself. It was not his place to question or inform Mr. Reed of his emotional attachments-or lack

used the Reed Group name to enlist the services of one of the best physicians

especially careful when knocking on the door. After all, his employer did not want Grace to discover his true identity.

case he should retreat without being seen. But when the door was opened, Jason immediately stepped aside and gestured him into the

room.

he said, ushering the doctor into

survey of the

Reed’s office. The kitchenette was perhaps ten feet long with enough room for the sink, stove, refrigerator. A small dinette table for two was at the center. One armoire. A single bed. A pile of pillows and blankets on the floor. One door, presumably to a bathroom. No

one over

to mask his shock.

her? I kept calling her just

had

anxious and his posture was tense.

doctor glanced at Terrence briefly as if

immediately went to work, checking Grace’s vitals, all while Jason stood by, looking on the verge

is one of the best general practitioners in the city. And we can have

airlifted at any time, if the doctor deems

necessary.”

eyes still had the wild look of a man about to come unglued.