My gorgeous wife is an ex-convict (Grace) novel Chapter 3161

Chapter 3161 

Upon hearing this, Brian looked at the face that was so close to 

him. 

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and in her round eyes, there was a hint of confusion, as if there were some twinkling stars, which 

fascinated him. 

She made him unable to resist agreeing to all her requests, even if 

some of them made him feel embarrassed. 

“Okay,” he hoarsely agreed, “if you want to see it, then I’ll dance for you.” 

His dance, he only performs for her, and only she can watch! 

“Really?” Her eyes suddenly became brighter. “You’re really willing to dance for me to see?” 

“Yes, I am willing to dance for you to see,” he said. 

She stumbled towards the sofa and sat down, wanting to watch 

him dance. 

He smiled helplessly and gestured for her to sit down. Then he loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt, 

undoing the cufflinks on his sleeves before starting to dance. 

Perhaps only he can make a woman dance like this. 

All he’s doing now is trying to please the woman he’s fallen in love 

with! 

Pleasing her, that’s all he wants to do! 

Brian is jumping around, while Valda holds her chin in her hands, watching him in fascination. 

Her lips curl up into a smile, feeling surrounded by happiness. 

She truly feels happy now… 

When Kyla and Martin returned to their residence, Kyla’s mother 

had already gone to sleep with their daughter Trista, and Nelson 

had fallen asleep in the car when he returned. So Martin carried 

their son directly into his bedroom. 

Martin put Nelson on the bed, and Kyla carefully covered him with 

a blanket before leaving the room with Martin. 

“Well, we’re tired tonight. You should wash up and go to bed 

early,” Martin said. 

“What about you?” Kyla asked. 

“I’m going to the study. There are some work-related matters I 

need to attend to,” he said, and then walked towards the study. 

Kyla watched Martin’s back and unconsciously bit her lip. 

In the study, Martin wasn’t dealing with any official business. 

Instead, he was staring absentmindedly at a blank sheet of paper 

in front of him. 

Several times, he picked up a pen, wanting to write down his 

thoughts, but he couldn’t seem to put the pen to paper. 

Should I write it? 

Should I tell her the code to release him from hypnosis? 

Once, when he was deciding between hypnosis and his