My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

“Are you hungry?”

His dark eyes studied her and he tilted his head. “What?”

When he still didn’t reply, she wrung her hands together. “I’ll get you something to eat.”

Grace moved to the tiny stove and threw some noodles and eggs into the pot to make a simple bowl of noodles for him. She didn’t have any meat, but she chopped what vegetables she had and added them too.

She set the tiny table and poured them both a glass of water from the sink. He moved cautiously to take a seat when she set the bowls down.

“Eat, but don’t eat too fast. It’s quite hot,” she said.

She didn’t mean to treat him like a child, but his presence made her nervous even as there was something incredibly calming about him.

He lowered his head and ate his noodles quietly. Grace also stared at him in silence.

Normally, she’d come home and hate the feeling of being alone, confined in a tiny space. For some reason, the loneliness that she’d usually feel seemed to have disappeared. Could it be due to the presence of another person in the room?

After he had finished eating, Grace cleaned up the plates. “I usually sleep with the lights on. I hope you don’t mind,” she said. Ever since she was released from prison, she had gotten into the habit.

“That’s fine.”

Grace took her pajamas into the bathroom and shut the door to brush her teeth and change. Was it weird having a man alone beside where she’d sleep? Yeah. Probably.

But she didn’t feel triggered by his presence of fearful.

If he’d wanted to hurt her, he wouldn’t have defended her on the street.

When she exited and lay down on the bed, he took his position on the floor.

The room was silent save for the sound of the heater. If she listened hard enough, she could hear each breath he took.

It was a steady rhythm, peaceful even.

Grace closed her eyes and focused on sleeping. This was her routine every night because it was almost impossible for her to relax. Even being out of jail, at night she would always dream of her time in prison.

She would be beaten, shamed, and abused… and every finger would burn with the pain of being broken and the nails being torn off…

She’d wake up screaming, fingers curled, terrified, and heart pounding.

However, oddly, that didn’t happen tonight.

She slept until sunrise and was not visited by her usual nightmares.

As she awakened, she rolled over to look at the figure lying on the ground beside her bed.

Still here.

Was it because of him? Because she was no longer alone in this room?

she had gotten out of bed, squatted down,

was real, and not something from her

night, she really had taken a strange

he was already awake.

I just… that… If you don’t have anywhere

in a hurry, but after she

eyes widened with a trace

to, just pretend I didn’t say anything,” she added, biting her

opened and he spoke quietly. “Do

some other man, it would’ve sounded like they were flirting with

or “don’t want” and she assumed he meant it to mean his presence here. She didn’t read any ambiguity into his words, even if there had been,

her, and a smile slowly formed on his

first time she had seen him smile. Although

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table while Grace got ready to go back to work. When she left money on the table

gone, the room was eerily

energy filled the space. He rolled up the quilt that he’d slept on and then washed out the coffee cup he’d

to look around, maybe snoop a bit. But he didn’t

finally left the apartment, there were already people waiting

out, they respectfully greeted him,

Jason responded

into it and looked at the twenty-dollar bill in his hand. It had been many years since someone had given him

in the rearview mirror. “The woman who was with you last night is a contract worker of the Sanitation Service Center. She started renting her current residence here

“Prison?”

Stevens family. She was convicted of reckless driving and killing Jennifer Atkinson. She was sentenced to three years of imprisonment and had her lawyer’s license revoked,” Terrence said as he carefully observed Jason’s

his expression bland. “Grace…” he whispered. “Well,

political marriage candidate, he

thought that Jennifer would end up

his past relationship with Jennifer, how would she

that twenty-dollar

Taken his hand, brought him

can find on Grace Cummins on my desk

“Sir, are you interested in this

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to go home. He said that since she had been

when she was

a few months after mom died, and her stepmother gave birth

grandmother in the countryside.

of her class, her father finally warmed to her. He eventually started to

about her well-being, even if only out of pretense. Even her half sister tried

She knew it was only because he was the heir of the Stevens Corporation. However, at that time, she still couldn’t help but long for familial affection. She’d just wanted

To be loved.

car accident, she realized that everything was just

she stepped into

three of them. Not a single photo of

Same couches and tables.

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