My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict (Grace) novel Chapter 888

Chapter 888 

Back when she was still living with him, 

they had a similar conversation. 

Back then, her answer was… 

“Yes. Of course, I like you!” Grace grinned. It was a drunken grin, but her 

answer was the same as before. 

‘Is she behaving like when we were together because she’s drunk? Back then, she was my Sis and I was her 

Jason!’ 

“Will you be my Sis if I’m good?” 

‘Be my Sis. Stay with me. 

‘Even though I can’t give you love, I can give you something else. 

‘I can fulfill your dreams and your ambitions for you. I can make those who despise you bow before you, and I can 

get you to the top of the social hierarchy. 

‘As long as… you stay with me!’ 

Maybe this was the only way to make him feel less guilty. 

“Sure, but… I’ve always been your Sis. 

Jason, don’t worry, I’ll… protect you. I’ll protect you…” she muttered. 

As she spoke, her eyelids began to 

droop, and her voice became lower and 

lower. Finally, she tilted her head and fell 

asleep. 

He gently helped her to lie down. Then, 

he helped her with the thin quilt and raised his hand to stroke her messy hair. 

“If you really want to protect me, then 

stay with me. That way, I won’t be hurt…” 

he murmured. The palm of his left hand 

was slowly pressed against his heart. 

He thought that as long as he stopped loving her, she would not be able to 

control his emotions and he could control 

his life. 

However, it turned out that… he could not 

bear her leaving his side! 

He wanted to keep her by his side and 

look at her all the time. 

He would not love her, but… he wanted to 

see her! 

: 

Hadwin Stephenson looked at Lina who 

was in such a drunken state that he 

dismissed the idea of sending her back 

to her home. 

At the very least, he should make her drink some soup for her hangover later and wait until she was sober enough 

before taking her home. 

Besides, he would have to get rid of the vest she was clutching. 

Hadwin Stephenson glanced at the vest 

with resentment as he thought of this. 

He had never seen her clutch his clothes 

that dearly! 

Now, she was so enthusiastic about 

grabbing another man’s clothes. 

Hadwin Stephenson drove the car to his 

mansion and brought Lina in. 

“Make a bowl of soup for her hangover,” Hadwin Stephenson ordered the servant. 

“Yes,” answered the servant. However, before leaving, her curious eyes caught a glimpse of Lina’s reddened cheeks and the vest she was clutching. 

‘Young Master Stephenson doesn’t 

look quite right. Could it be that Miss 

Sweeney has done something?’ 

The servant had been working there 

for more than a year. Young Master 

Stephenson had always put on a poker 

face and no one could see through him. 

However, it was only with Miss Sweeney that Young Master Stephenson seemed 

to break his composure. 

Anyone could see through him at a