Chapter 562
My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict!
It was⦠Brian!
He wore a white shirt against beige trousers, making him.
look a little casual and relaxed. His black hair was a little disheveled. The cold moonlight fell on him and half-dimmed.
his delicate features.
Only now, she felt he was a little different from usual. He was looking at her, his black eyes without the indifferent gaze he normally gave. Instead, it was misty.
The way he looked at her made Grace feel uncomfortable. It was as if he was looking at something through her.
As Brian walked up to her step by step, Grace felt a rush of alcohol in her face.
âHave you been drinking?â she asked subconsciously.
âYes, a little,â he said with a chuckle, his eyes focusing on her more.
Grace pressed her lips slightly. âItâs getting late. Iâve got to go home. Goodbye.â As she spoke, she lifted her feet, intending to leave.
It was only when she had taken a step that his hand suddenly seized her arm and pulled her into his arms.
Suddenly, she fell into a wide embrace. The pungent smell of alcohol was far worse than what she had smelled when she stood apart from him.
He certainly had drunk more than a little! Just how much did he drink?
âLet me go!â shouted Grace.
However, his hands still clung to her. âTell me, how can I find you? Iâve been looking for you for a long time, but I canât find you! I canât findâ¦â
Grace shuddered. Was⦠Brian mistaking her for someone. else? She did not think he meant to say these words to her.
âLet me go first, Mr. Hart, Youâre drunk,â said Grace. He held her tightly with his arms, rendering her struggles useless.
It was at such times that the difference in strength between a man and a woman was revealed.
âDrunk? If only I were drunk. Do you know how much I want to be drunk?â muttered Brian. There was broken hoarseness in his cold voice.
âI donât care who you think I am, youâd better let me go, orâ¦â
âOr what?â He lowered his head, his face close to hers. The tips of their noses were almost touching.
His scent completely enveloped her, and the pungent smell of alcohol raised a sense of danger in Graceâs heart.
If it was the normal Brian, she might still be able to communicate with him. However, how could she communicate.
with a drunk person?
Grace frowned. âPlease behave yourself, Mr. Hart.â
Her words caused a slight change in his expression. âBehave myself? Iâve been⦠Behaving myself too muchâ¦â That was why he had given up without even trying. âWhy⦠Why arenât you her?â
If she was that girl, then he could fight tooth and nail for her. He could fight tooth and nail against Jason and even do a lot more for herâ¦
Not her? Grace did not know who Brian was referring to, but the moment Brian put his hand against her face, her hair stood up. She was having goosebumps.
A sense of danger pervaded her.
âIf only I hadnât let go of your hand. You carried me down the hill on your back today that year⦠You said youâll protect me⦠And asked me not to be afraidâ¦â
A cold, choking voice rang in the night wind. His eyes watered, and tears rolled down his cheeks.
Grace was dumbfounded, not expecting Brian to cry in front of her like that. This man who always gave people a sense of alienation and was aloof and noble felt strangely familiar to Grace right now.