My gorgeous wife is an ex-convict (Grace) novel Chapter 3575

Chapter 3575 

Jasper quickly grabbed Roger’s forearm and looked at his 

hand. “You’re hurt!” 

It wasn’t a question, but a statement. There were some 

wounds on his hand, some places where the skin was broken 

and blood was oozing out. 

“It’s just a minor injury,” Roger said nonchalantly. 

Jasper frowned and after a moment, he turned to the taxi driver in the front seat and said, “Excuse me, sir. If you happen to see a pharmacy along the way, could you please pull over so I can buy some medicine?” 

“Sure thing!” the driver replied. 

“I told you, it’s just a minor injury. You don’t have to go through all this trouble,” Roger said casually. 

“If a minor injury isn’t properly treated, it can still become infected,” Jasper said sternly. “Anyway, you wait in the car for me. I’ll buy the medicine quickly!” 

After a moment, the car stopped in front of a pharmacy along the road. 

Jasper got out of the car and hurried towards the pharmacy. 

Roger watched the figure rushing into the pharmacy through the car window, feeling an inexplicable surge in his heart. 

“Young man, your girlfriend is really good to you!” the driver in the front seat spoke up. 

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Roger replied in a indifferent tone. 

“Even if she’s not your girlfriend, she must be interested in you. Look how nervous she gets around you. As soon as she found out you were hurt, she rushed to the pharmacy to buy medicine,” the driver said. 

Roger pursed his lips and remained silent. 

“This girl is really good. You should cherish her and not miss out on her. You’ll regret it in the future,” the driver’s voice rang 

out again. 

Roger’s eyes flickered. Regret? How could he possibly regret 

it? 

Just then, Jasper had already bought the medicine and ran back. 

After getting on the car, she raised her hand to hold his hand. 

“No need, I can manage on my own,” he said. 

“You have only one hand, it’s not convenient. Let me help you apply the medicine,” she insisted, taking his hand and wiping off the bloodstains with a tissue. Then she disinfected the 

wound with iodine and applied some ointment. 

Her movements were gentle and careful, as if she was afraid 

of hurting him. 

Roger furrowed his brows slightly and looked at the wound on his hand that she had already treated. 

For him, this kind of injury is indeed considered a minor one. There was a time when he was tortured to the point of being unrecognizable, and the various injuries on his body made him feel like he was no longer human!