My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict (Grace) novel Chapter 798

Chapter 798 

However, Jason unexpectedly stopped. 

Terrence was dumbstruck. ‘Was what I 

just said… that useful?’ 

However, Jason just lowered his head 

and looked at his hands that were 

stained with blood. He remembered her 

saying that his hands were beautiful and 

clean. 

‘It’s just… She didn’t know how much 

blood and how much of the world’s 

darkness have stained my hands.’ 

“Yes, it’ll make my hands dirty…” 

muttered Jason. 

“Young Master Reed, your hands…” 

Terrence hurriedly handed over a clean 

handkerchief. 

Jason took the handkerchief and wiped 

the blood off his hands. Then, as if no 

longer interested in the man lying on the ground, he walked straight past him and into the building. 

Terrence quickly gave a few orders and 

walked into the building. 

Those who had just seen that scene 

could not help but feel cold. 

Who would have thought that Young 

Master Reed, who usually looked cold 

and noble, would be so terrible when 

he took matters into his own hands? He 

looked just like… death. 

It was as if it did not matter if millions of 

people died in his hands. 

It was as if life meant nothing to him! 

“You don’t have to come in,” Jason 

ordered lightly to Terrence at the president’s office’s door. 

“Yes!” replied Terrence. 

Jason walked into the office alone. Immediately after that, there was a 

sound in the president’s office. 

Terrence, who was standing outside, 

knew that Young Master Reed’s strange behavior and anger today were all 

because of Grace. 

Although the two had broken up… it 

seemed that Grace still had influences 

on Young Master Reed! 

‘What’s the relationship between Grace and the man standing next to her on the street today? Does Young Master Reed… 

mind it?’ 

However, these were answers Terrence 

would not know. 

Jason, who was in the president’s office, 

looked at the mess on the floor and 

slammed his hand on the French window 

made of toughened glass beside him. 

“I never really loved anyone?” A 

somewhat broken voice escaped his 

mouth little by little, and there was a 

lingering beauty and fragility on that 

handsome face! 

‘If I hadn’t really loved, then I wouldn’t be