Chapter 135
My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict!
âSo what if thatâs so? As long as I wish for it, I can make her comparable to any notable lady in the city!â Jason retorted.
âDonât forget how your father died!â Mr. Reed spat through ground teeth.
Jasonâs gaze darkened. âI havenât forgotten. Even if I truly want to be with her, it doesnât mean that I will give her my life. Iâm not my father. I wonât die or live for a woman, let alone be controlled by a woman!â
âIâm always the one in control!â
Mr. Reed huffed coolly. âYou came to see me today just to say that?â
âNo,â Jason replied. âI want you to stay away from her!â
Mr. Reed narrowed his eyes but kept a straight face as he angrily asked, âWhat do you mean by that? Are you threatening your grandfather? Can it be that this old man isnât as important as a woman?â
âGrandpa, Iâm just telling you. Itâs not a threat,â Jason said with a light chuckle. âI 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 donât know how I would react if you laid a finger on her. Why donât you try?â
Mr. Reedâs expression changed subtly and in an instant, he felt a trembling fear.
âThis is the heir Iâve cultivated. He has grown up as I had expected and maybe beyond that but heâs also⦠increasingly uncontrollable!â
âWhat do you like about Grace?â He could not help asking. âThere 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.â
âMaybe because sheâs a little stupid,â Jason muttered.
âStupid 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.
âThis woman was imprisoned for three years and yet she hasnât become any smarter.
âBut she said that my eyes were pretty and clean. She didnât look at them with the Old Masterâs disgust nor was she infatuated like those other women. She had a sense of appreciation and⦠a feeling of protectiveness.
âShe said she wanted to protect the cleanliness within my eyes.
âBut 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.
âHow can someone like me be clean?!â
âAll right, Grandpa. I wonât disturb your rest.â 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. âDid she cry when I left?
âHow many tears did she shed? Sheâs not someone who loves to cry. Sheâs so calm when facing me as if she could only resign to her hardships and yet, she cries when her back is turned.
âWhat did she cry over? Was she crying over the fact that I lied to her? Or was she crying because Iâm Jason? Or perhapsâ¦â
âGraceâ¦â Jason mumbled. âSince youâve made me fall for you, then you should stay by my side, right?â