My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict

Chapter 8

As the hours ticked by, Grace worried that something had happened to Jay. He didn’t have a mobile phone so she couldn’t even make a phone call to contact him.

Maybe he’d already moved on, and her whole vision of a sibling and having some semblance of a family was just a pipe dream.

Grace went outside and walked to the entrance of the residential community. She kept looking around, hoping to see some sign go him.

After God-knows how long, she finally saw a familiar figure walking towards her.

“Jay!” Seeing him approach, she finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Jay eyed the figure that was rushing towards him and could not help but be slightly startled.

He looked at her as she ran over to him. She was panting slightly, her face completely red from the cold, and yet her pretty eyes were bright.

“Great, you’re finally back,” she said.

“Sister, are you… waiting for me?” He gently touched her cheek, and the coldness seeped into his fingertips. It seemed that she had been waiting outside for a long time.

“Yes, I was so worried because you hadn’t come back yet and it’s late. Fortunately, you’ve come back safely,” she said with a smile.

He rolled his eyes slightly. She was worried about Jay-the-homeless-man instead of Jason from the Reed Conglomeration. However, if she found out that he was that Jason in the future, would she still worry about him so much?

Not likely.

Raising the corner of his mouth, he said, “I was working.” He made up some job about handing out flyers.

She nodded.

them up.” As he said this, he held her cold hands in his palms. Taking the same action as she did last time, he rubbed the backs of

her hands gradually warm up. It was

it’s so good to have you home,”

smile. “I’ll keep that in mind.

it,” she said. “Well, my hands are warm now. Let’s go back to the house and I’ll heat up the food.” She pulled him into the complex and did not notice a black car parking at the

Terrence couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Mr. Reed must have just been… warming the hands of a

Even Jennifer Atkinson, who had once been Mr. Reed’s fiancee, had never

same woman who

It made no sense.

scene of Mr. Reed going to the club and picking up the drunk Grace at the door, Terrence felt that

Reed’s mind? Had Grace taken up space in

Surely not.

lot, holding hands and staring into each other’s eyes, he couldn’t help but wonder if this unlikely situation was

when Terrence reported on Jason’s schedule and work, his gaze could not help but

that was saying something because he didn’t think of hands or men in that way. Terrence had seen this pair of hands choking someone without mercy, almost taking that person’s life. Mr. Reed didn’t care about getting his hands bloody, and the thought of it could

seen this pair of hands being used to keep another person’s hands warm, let alone those of a woman who had been locked up in

with my hands?” Jason’s voice suddenly sounded

away. He handed an invitation card to Jason. “This

glanced at the

of the families in sending this invitation. After all, Jennifer Atkinson, the eldest daughter of the Atkinson family, had once been his fiancee. They wanted to see his

in the city. Terrence stood outside the ward. Jason pushed

and it was his efforts

only two things that would come back to the Reed family were a handful of