My gorgeous wife is an ex-convict (Grace) novel Chapter 1039

Chapter 1039 

‘Is it because I’ve had too many girlfriends? Therefore, she 

doesn’t think I’m serious?” 

He remembered how she had scorned him for finding so 

many substitutes. She said if he really missed someone, it did not matter how many substitutes he found. 

‘Come to think of it, is this karma?” 

No woman had ever been so desirable to him as she was, and 

she was always in his mind. 

Even though he tried to forget her multiple times, he could 

never do it. 

‘I’m even willing to fight Jason for her!’ 

Just as he was thinking about it, a groan of pain came from the treatment room. Brian immediately stood up and pushed 

the door open! 

In the treatment room, the needle knife in Dr. Russell’s hand was poking into the back of Grace’s hand, while the woman… For a second, Brian could not take his eyes off her face. 

Grace’s eyes were closed, her brows were frowning, and her pearly whites were biting her lower lip to stop the cry of pain, 

cheeks. 

Her other untreated hand was clenched into a fist as if she 

was desperately suppressing the pain. 

He knew she was in a lot of pain now. Since Dr. Russell said that the treatment process would be painful, it would not 

be some minor pain. It might even be beyond what ordinary people could bear. 

However, she endured it and remained quiet after the groan 

he heard earlier. 

It was not that Brian had never seen a woman in pain before. Some films had such scenes, and many actresses performed very well. Some women would even try to get his attention by acting like they were suppressing the pain. 

However, never had a woman given him such a shock! 

Just as Dr. Russell was about to switch to another needle knife, Brian stepped forward and took Grace’s clenched hand, putting it on his wrist. 

She seemed to be aware of it and slowly opened her eyes. Those almond-shaped eyes were like the surface of a calm lake. It was as if the pain she was enduring had melted in her 

eyes. 

Only the sweat and the pallor on her face testified to the pain she was enduring. 

“What… are you doing?” she asked slowly with a hint of difficulty and tension in her voice. 

“Hold my hand when you’re in pain. You’ll feel better,” he said. 

He opened the fingers of her fist little by little and could see the deep nail marks in her palm. If she clenched her fist any harder, she would have injured her palm. 

“No, I can do it… myself,” said Grace.