My gorgeous wife is an ex-convict (Grace)
Chapter 562

Chapter 562

It was... Brian!

He wore a white shirt against beige trousers, making him.

look a little casual and relaxed. His black hair was a little disheveled. The cold moonlight fell on him and half-dimmed.

his delicate features.

Only now, she felt he was a little different from usual. He was looking at her, his black eyes without the indifferent gaze he normally gave. Instead, it was misty.

The way he looked at her made Grace feel uncomfortable. It was as if he was looking at something through her.

As Brian walked up to her step by step, Grace felt a rush of

alcohol in her face.

"Have you been drinking?" she asked subconsciously.

"Yes, a little," he said with a chuckle, his eyes focusing on her

more.

Grace pressed her lips slightly. "It's getting late. I've got to go home. Goodbye." As she spoke, she lifted her feet, intending to

leave.

It was only when she had taken a step that his hand suddenly seized her arm and pulled her into his arms.

Suddenly, she fell into a wide embrace. The pungent smell of alcohol was far worse than what she had smelled when she stood apart from him. He certainly had drunk more than a little! Just how much did

he drink?

"Let me go!" shouted Grace.

However, his hands still clung to her. "Tell me, how can I find you? I've been looking for you for a long time, but I can't find you! I can't find..."

Grace shuddered. Was... Brian mistaking her for someone. else? She did not think he meant to say these words to her.

"Let me go first, Mr. Hart, You're drunk," said Grace. He held her tightly with his arms, rendering her struggles useless.

It was at such times that the difference in strength between a

man and a woman was revealed.

"Drunk? If only I were drunk. Do you know how much I want to be drunk?" muttered Brian. There was broken hoarseness in

his cold voice.

"I don't care who you think I am, you'd better let me go, or..."

"Or what?" He lowered his head, his face close to hers. The

tips of their noses were almost touching.

His scent completely enveloped her, and the pungent smell of alcohol raised a sense of danger in Grace's heart.

If it was the normal Brian, she might still be able to

communicate with him. However, how could she communicate.

with a drunk person?

Grace frowned. "Please behave yourself, Mr. Hart."

Her words caused a slight change in his expression. "Behave myself? I've been... Behaving myself too much..." That was why he had given up without even trying. "Why... Why aren't you

her?"

If she was that girl, then he could fight tooth and nail for her. He could fight tooth and nail against Jason and even do a lot

more for her...

Not her? Grace did not know who Brian was referring to, but the moment Brian put his hand against her face, her hair stood up. She was having goosebumps.

A sense of danger pervaded her.

"If only I hadn't let go of your hand. You carried me down the hill on your back today that year... You said you'll protect me... And asked me not to be afraid..."

A cold, choking voice rang in the night wind. His eyes watered, and tears rolled down his cheeks.

Grace was dumbfounded, not expecting Brian to cry in front of her like that. This man who always gave people a sense of alienation and was aloof and noble felt strangely familiar to Grace right now.

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