My gorgeous wife is an ex-convict (Grace) novel Chapter 1269

Chapter 1269 

His fingers were holding her jaw tightly, not allowing her to evade him, and his lips were a little cool, which was so different from 

hers. 

His kiss was also domineering. It was absolutely overbearing, but with a gentleness and longing from before. 

Grace could only feel her heart beating faster and faster. At this moment, she somehow did not want to struggle or resist it 

anymore. 

She slowly closed her eyes and went along with his kiss. What happened in the past suddenly recurred to her. It turned out some feelings were unforgettable even though it had already been a 

year. 

She told herself to forget about it, but she had not forgotten 

anything. 

When the kiss was finally over, Grace opened her eyes and stared at the person in front of her. 

“Why didn’t you resist me?” his voice muttered. 

She did not know how to answer him because even she did not 

have the answer to it. 

“Because you want to be my family, so even if I kiss you or do more intimate things to you, you can put up with it for the sake of the children?” He frowned slightly, and there seemed to be a touch of displeasure in his eyes. 

She only married her for the children, but he did not want her to do it all just because of the children. 

His fingers caressed her neck as he spoke, and they slowly went down… 

She came back to her senses and seized his hand, saying, “You said you wouldn’t touch me without my consent!” 

He smiled faintly. “I said I wouldn’t touch you, but… it’s only during your pregnancy. Do you wish that I won’t touch you for the rest of your life? Or do you plan for us to be a couple who treat each 

other as guests forever?” 

She was silent. 

His fingers slipped under her clothes, and her body shuddered. Suddenly, that familiar queasy feeling returned. 

Almost unconsciously, she pushed him away. She ran into the bathroom and threw up by the sink. 

“Blaargh… Blaargh…” The sound of vomiting kept coming from the 

bathroom. 

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Jason stood where he was, staring blankly at the palm of his right hand with her body temperature still on his fingertips… 

With a faint hint of self-mockery at the corners of his raised lips, he walked to the bathroom door step by step. He stood quietly as he watched her throw up heavily while bent over the sink.