My gorgeous wife is an ex-convict (Grace) novel Chapter 992

Chapter 992 

“Then just pretend I don’t care about you,” she said, lifting him from the tile floor with all her might. She half-dragged him to the bed and lay him down. 

He was obviously uncomfortable as he immediately curled up. like a shrimp on the bed. His handsome face twisted slightly with pain while his teeth were chattering. He was pressing his hands against his stomach. 

Grace suddenly realized that she had seen him having stomach cramps in front of her before. ‘Is it possible that he’s having a severe stomach ache? 

‘Come to think of it, it’s possible. After all, he seems to have drunk a lot today, especially when he drank with Brian. He must have been drinking… on an empty stomach. I didn’t see them eating anything earlier 

“Is your stomach hurting?” she asked. 

He pressed his thin lips together and made no reply. However, those bright peach blossom eyes of his kept looking at her. 

“Why don’t I call Terrence to take you to the hospital?” she 

asked. 

He spoke with some difficulty, “No thanks. Don’t you have no feelings for me and don’t want me? Don’t you… hate me? Then you ought to be… glad that I’m in such pain.” 

‘Glad?’ Grace looked at the man in front of her. He looked pale and fragile, and there was a lingering hint of despair on his handsome face. 

However, she did not feel any pleasure in seeing him like this. 

“Jason, I’m not you. Even if I don’t love, don’t want, or even hate someone, I wouldn’t want to take pleasure in someone else’s pain! If you don’t want me to call Terrence, then wait for me here. I’ll go to the nearby pharmacy to get you some medicine!” she said. 

She then took her keys and phone before hurrying out of the rental house. 

He was alone again in the tiny rental house. 

Jason closed his eyes. 

‘Why am I not happy at all even after what she said? She’s gone out to get some medicine for me, but that’s only because she pities me! 

The stomach ache was getting more and more uncomfortable 

for him! 

It hurt more than before, and when combined with the 

discomfort of being drunk, he felt empty. 

‘Who in the world would really want me?’