Chapter 395

Perhaps because of her past experiences, she always resisted becoming overly reliant on others. Losing someone she depended on felt like another mountain collapsing on her.

Jason stared at Grace. After a moment, she lowered her eyes slightly. "It's fine if you want to keep working here. Just let me know if you want to change jobs."

"Sure," Grace nodded, accepting his offer this time.

"By the way, you've been waiting outside for a while. Did you eat dinner?" Grace suddenly remembered.

"Not yet," Jason replied.

"Why didn't you just go inside and eat?" Grace exclaimed. It was a small restaurant, but there was plenty of food available. She hadn't considered whether it suited his taste; after all, when they lived together, he ate whatever humble meals she prepared.

"I'll go in next time," Jason said.

Grace felt she'd said something wrong. If Jason went inside, it might change the restaurant's atmosphere.

They arrived at the Reed Residence and went inside. The chef had already prepared Jason's dinner, so Grace joined him. For Grace, it was a late supper.

Over dinner, Grace discussed her job. Being a food delivery rider wasn't that tiring; she was only busy around noon and evening, otherwise relatively free.

"Kyla is very kind. She's accommodating when I need time off. I'm grateful she hired me despite my past," Grace said. Her face clouded over.

"What's wrong? Are you thinking about your case?" Jason frowned, asking, "Do you need me to intervene?"

"Not for now. Lina is helping me with the evidence," Grace bit her lip. "I didn't drink and drive, and I didn't crash into Jennifer Atkinson's car. Her car seemed to lose control and hit mine. Do you believe me?"

Her nervousness was evident as she looked at him. Since when did she care what he thought? It didn't usually matter to her what others believed. The law would clear her name. But before that, she wanted his belief in her innocence.

The dining room light illuminated his face. Even his beautiful, amorous eyes seemed softened by the dim yellow light, misty, as if veiled in chiffon. It was hard to read his emotions.

His eyelashes fluttered slightly; his grip on his chopsticks tightened. After a moment, his lips parted, uttering the words she longed to hear.

"I believe you."