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My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict

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Chapter 873

and said, “What are you doing here?”

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“I came to see you.” As he spoke, he glanced at one of the men who was lying on the ground screaming before

looking

at her again. “This man said he’s your

boyfriend. Is he your boyfriend?”

There was a sense of danger in his deep

voice.

“I told you, I don’t know them. How can this person be my boyfriend?”

Jason smiled. “Right. That question was

unnecessary.”

With that, he went to the man lying on the ground and put a foot on the man’s

chest, causing him to cry out loudly.

“There are things you shouldn’t say. Her boyfriend? You’re not good enough!” His

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cold voice carried a bloodthirsty tone.

The man almost fainted from the pain. He shouted with all his strength, “I… I’m not, I’m not. It’s just a joke. I’m not

her boyfriend!”

Grace stared blankly at Jason. The way he looked reminded her of how he had saved her on their first meeting.

He was just as ruthless then as he was

now.

However, he did not seem to care about

anything back then, not even his own life

or death.

Now, he cared about a joke. It was as if

it was intolerable for him when someone

joked that he was her boyfriend.

When the man had no more strength to

shout, Jason said to his men, “Go and

find out what’s going on.”

“Yes,” his men answered, quickly taking

the two men away.

Jason walked back to Grace. “Did they hurt you?”

“No.” She shook her head.

He saw a few red scratches on the back of her hand. He then took her hand, asking, “Did they do this?”

She squirmed her hand uneasily, trying to pull it back. “It’s just a few scratches. It’s nothing serious.”

She suddenly stiffened when he lowered his head and his lips touched the red scratches on the back of her hand.

His lips kissed the red marks again and again. Even a few red marks made him

feel distressed.

Grace felt the back of her hand where he

had kissed her burning.

anything back then, not even his own life or death.

Now, he cared about a joke. It was as if

it was intolerable for him when someone

joked that he was her boyfriend.

When the man had no more strength to

shout, Jason said to his men, “Go and

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find out what’s going on.”

“Yes,” his men answered, quickly taking

the two men away.

Jason walked back to Grace. “Did they hurt you?”

“No.” She shook her head.

He saw a few red scratches on the back

of her hand. He then took her hand, asking, “Did they do this?”

She squirmed her hand uneasily, trying to pull it back. “It’s just a few scratches. It’s nothing serious.”

She suddenly stiffened when he lowered his head and his lips touched the red

scratches on the back of her hand.

His lips kissed the red marks again and again. Even a few red marks made him

feel distressed.

Grace felt the back of her hand where he

had kissed her burning.

“You always make me worry. You’re always so vulnerable,” he muttered, his deep and cold voice making her

shudder before she gradually calmed down.

She and he should never have been so close. Even if he had saved her today… “Mr. Reed, thank you for saving me

today. I’m going home now.”