MY GORGEOUS WIFE IS AN EX-CONVICT

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After coming out of the hospital, nathan asked, “Mr.Landford, do you want to go back to the mansion, or…?”

“Back to the Westside isaac said absently.

The Westside was where claire lived nathan didn’t know how long his own superior was planning to stay in that small rental apartment. With that damaged woman.

Then a thought occurred to him… maybe isaac wasn’t as calm as he pretended to be. Maybe he indeed intended to seek his revenge and his time spent with this claire woman was only in preparation for …something.

On the way to the Westside, at a traffic light intersection nathan suddenly noticed something. “Uh, Mr.landford, Miss gray is on the side of the road.”

Isaac turned his head and saw a slender figure sweeping the garbage with a broom at the side of the road.

She was wearing a florescent work suit with a simple ponytail. Because of the cold weather, every breath she exhaled was accompanied by white vapor.

At this moment, an electric bike sped by, trying to catch the green light. It bumped into claires leg and made her fall to the ground.

However, the person riding the electric bike didn’t stop but simply rode away.

Mr.landford do you want to find out who the owner of this electric bike is and make him take responsibility?” Considering his actions when claire had gotten drunk and been beaten up nathan assumed isaac would stand up for her again.

Isaac ’s gaze fixed on the woman who had fallen to the ground outside the car window.

His grandfather’s voice rang out again in his mind: “Remember what you have said today. Do not act like him…”

He would never care about a woman like his father did. It was just a game, and right now he was not Isaac landford, but only some random stranger, so why would he care about a sanitation worker named claire.

“There’s no need to worry about it,” he said placidly as he looked away.

Nathan was stunned.

The red light turned green, and the car continued to drive forward.

At this moment anna helped claire to her feet and said claire, are you alright? Do you want to go to the hospital?”

Claire gritted her teeth and checked her injury. There was no bleeding. There were only some heavy swellings where her ankle had been scratched. “No need. It’s just a bruise. I’ll be fine.”

“If the swelling doesn’t diminish, go and get checked out,” Claire said, and then she swore at the driver who had done the hit-and-runs.

Claire thanked her friend and then resumed her cleaning.

In the evening, at the end of her shift, claire returned home. As soon as she entered the room, she saw a figure sitting under the light.

“Sister, you’re back.” The man stood and greeted her.

In an instant, the chill in her body dispelled. It turned out that what she wanted was just a person who would wait for her, even though this apartment was simple and small.