MY GORGEOUS WIFE IS AN EX-CONVICT

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When she said this, she didn’t notice that her isaac had frozen for a moment.
Would you like to see isaac?” he asked.

I’m not sure why.” She shook her head as if struggling to find the right words. “That’s really nothing for me to think about. He and I are people from two completely different worlds.” She said, “However, his back figure in a suit is a little bit similar to you. You’re both tall and strong. I think if you put on a suit, you would look even better!”

Isaac pressed his lips together, not saying a word.

She added, “Let’s save up some money. Next spring, I’ll buy you a suit. You can wear the same suit if you need a formal suit for an interview.”

“What would you say if you were to meet isaac landford one day?” he asked suddenly.
Claire suddenly fell into silence. After a long time, she said with a self-deprecating smile, “I would beg him to let me go.”

He was a little surprised. “Just that?”

“Yes,” she replied.

“Don’t you want to tell him that you were wronged back then? Don’t you want him to reverse the verdict for you?”

“That’s useless. Back then, for me, Lexi ran to his office building and begged on the ground for him to see her. But, he never showed up. When I was in prison, I never stopped writing letters to beg him for mercy, I also mentioned several times that the death of his fiancee had nothing to do with me. I begged him to stop the others from hurting me. But was all useless. My letters and requests for mercy were never answered,” she said with a bitter smile.

These events were painful for her.

His face was gloomy, and even his eyes became dark and deep.

Claire patted his hand. “Well, let’s not talk about these things.

It’s all in the past. At least after I got out of prison isaac did not seem to want to take revenge against me. And I’m grateful for that. Otherwise, I may not even be able to stay at the

Sanitation Service Center,” she said.

He suddenly picked up her hands, which were covered with calluses, and put them in his palms, rubbing them a little bit to keep her warm.

If he had known this would happen, he wouldn’t have turned a blind eye to her all those years ago. He wouldn’t have allowed her to be thrown into jail, and he wouldn’t have allowed those people who tried to please him to lay their hands on her in prison.

However, if in the future, when his identity was exposed in front of her, he would not be able to agree to her request.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered.

“What?” She was puzzled.

“That your hands feel so cold because you’re trying to knit me a scarf and gloves.” He then whispered to himself, “Also… I won’t let you go for the rest of my life.”

He would make it up to her. He would give her the best of everything. He would make her the most enviable woman in the City and wash away all the dirt on her body. But he would never let her go!

Over the next few days, claire lived a somewhat leisurely life. She knitted and browsed the web all day long, which gave her a long-lost feeling of being relaxed and having nothing to do.

The wounds and bruising were also getting better day by day.

Every day isaac would carry her to the small park in the neighborhood to bask in the sun for a while.

And every time, when some old people in their community saw them, they would look at them with eyes filled with tenderness.

She supposed that it did all look quite romantic.

Here she was being carried around by a tall, strapping, handsome man.

“Your boyfriend taking you out for a walk again?” tssked an old lady who liked chatting with them in the park. But the woman smiled so mischievously as she said it. And claire couldn’t help but giggle too.

“Yes, ma’am. He sure did.”

Claire did not know how many times she had told the nice old woman from their neighborhood that isaac was not her boyfriend, but her “brother.” However, when the old lady found out that there was no blood relationship between the two of them, she was still dead-set on treating them as a couple.

The old woman all but cackled at the absurdity. She said with a smile at that time, “Maybe not now. But, you will be in the future. What brother and sister? It’s just a figure of speech. Your friendship now will be the basis of your relationship to grow from.”

That sounded pretty profound. But claire couldn’t allow herself to hope for such things She stood to lose too much.

She could only hope that things would stay as they were with isaac If they did, she would count herself lucky indeed.

As for isaac when the old lady called him her “boyfriend,” he never protested or tried to argue that they were siblings, he would even respond with a smile.

Isaac put claire down on a stone bench in the small park, and then said, “It’s colder today. I’ll go get you more clothes to help you layer up.”

“Mm. Okay,” she agreed.

When he came back with more clothes, he saw that the aunties in the community seemed to be surrounding her and talking to her. She then blushed and waved her hands repeatedly as if denying something.

Isaac's footsteps could not help slowing down. He only felt that the blush on her cheeks was so cute, and it made her look adorable.

When the aunties saw him, they immediately left with grins on their faces. Before leaving, they even winked at claire, which made her face even redder.

“What’s wrong?” isaac walked up and wrapped another layer of clothing around her.

Her almond-shaped, jet-black eyes looked a little embarrassed and she bit her lower lip as she glanced up at him. He’d thought her adorable and she was, undeniably so, but she was beautiful too Radiant, even With something in her that just seemed to glow.

The old ladies had recognized it. Maybe on some instinctual level, he had too, when he first saw her that night on the street.
Claire was… good. Her soul was kind and giving She was strong.
But not so strong as to be inflexible.

He marveled at her resilience and her ability to give. Despite everything that was taken from her, she continued to be generous to others.

And that was quite incredible, in his humble opinion.

Her face flushed bright red as he continued to stare at her, until her cheeks looked like the skin of an apple. One couldn’t help wanting to take a bite.

All of a sudden, a burst of lust sprang up in isaac body. He calmly suppressed the physical reaction, but he had a strange feeling in his heart.

It seemed that her influence on him was…growing. Even just the blush on her face made him… want her.