FreeNovelChapter 395
Perhaps because of her experience, she always refused to depend on others easily.
Once the person she was reliant on was gone, it would be like. another mountain collapsing on her.
Jason stared at Grace. After a while, she dropped her eyes. slightly. “It’s fine if you want to keep
working here. Just let me.
know when you want to change your job.”
“Sure.” Grace nodded. She did not turn down Jason’s offer this
time.
“By the way, if you’ve been waiting outside for so long, have you eaten dinner?” Grace suddenly
thought of this.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Not yet,” answered Jason.
“Why didn’t you just go in and eat?” exclaimed Grace. It was a small restaurant, but at least there was
plenty of food that he could have ordered.
Grace did not give much thought to whether it suited his appetite. After all, when Jason and she were
living in the rented house, he ate even the most humble meals with her.
“All right, I’ll go in next time,” replied Jason.
“…” Grace suddenly felt as if she had said something wrong. If Jason went into the restaurant, the
restaurant’s vibe would
probably change.
The car arrived at Reed Residence and the two entered the
house. The chef had already prepared Jason’s dinner, so
Grace joined him for some.
Of course, for Grace, it was a late-night supper.
Over dinner, Grace talked about the restaurant. Being a food delivery rider was really not that tiring.
She would only be busy around noon and in the evening. She was relatively free
for the rest of the time.
“Kyla is quite nice to me. She’ll say yes and help me out when I need a day off or something. I’m
grateful that she hired me despite my past,” said Grace. Then, her face suddenly darkened.
“What’s the matter? Thinking about your case?” Jason frowned and asked. “Do you need me to
intervene?”
“Not for now. Lina is helping me with the evidence.” Grace bit her lip a little at this. “I didn’t drink and
drive and I didn’t crash into Jennifer Atkinson’s car. It was… her car that seemed to
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmlose control and crashed into mine. Do you believe me?”
As she said the last four words, she looked at him, a little
nervous. Since when did she care whether he believed her or
not?
At least, she did not mind whether others believed her or not.
She would let the law clear her name.
However, before that, she wanted him to believe that she was
innocent.
The dining room’s lights fell on his face. Even those beautiful, amorous eyes of his seemed to be
blended with the dim yellow light, making his eyes look misty like they are covered with a layer of
chiffon. It made it hard for her to guess what he was
feeling.
His eyelashes quivered a little. His hand that was holding the chopsticks tightened. After a while, his
lips slowly parted as he uttered what she wanted to hear.
“I believe you.”
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