Chapter 55

“So, you were sleeping with another man while holding onto Chase?” Farah’s voice cut through the air.

Grace felt a headache coming on. The world never seemed to lack people like Farah Steele. She considered a snarky retort, perhaps suggesting Farah spend some time in jail—it was full of people just like her—but decided against engaging.

Jason turned, his gaze cold on the woman behind them.

Surprise flashed in Farah’s eyes when she saw him. This man was even more handsome than the leading men in TV series. His hair was a mess—too long and unkempt—but with a shorter haircut and some decent clothes, he could easily outshine the current TV stars.

Jealousy flared in Farah. Why did Grace deserve all this? Not only did she have Chase, but this handsome man as well? It wasn’t fair.

She curled her lip into a vicious smile. “Are you Grace’s friend? You probably don’t know she’s been to prison. She hit someone while drunk driving. It was practically murder!”

To her disappointment, the man’s face remained impassive, revealing no surprise, disbelief, or concern. He remained calm. That calm, however, caused her to take a step back. His gaze grew even colder after hearing her words.

“Looks like you were spreading those rumors,” Jason said quietly, as if confirming a suspicion.

Fear seized Farah. She knew admitting it would have serious consequences. But why should she suffer? Grace was the murderer!

She bit her lip. “So what if I was? I did it for everyone’s sake. We all have a right to know if someone around us has committed a crime. If she’s afraid of people finding out, she shouldn’t have done it!”

Jason chuckled softly. “Good. You admitted it.”

He then ignored Farah, turning to Grace. “Sister, let’s go. I don’t want to deal with this woman.”

“Okay.” Grace ignored Farah completely.

The couple turned and walked away.

Farah stared at their retreating backs. “Sister?” Was this man Grace’s younger brother? They didn’t look alike. And they seemed to be around the same age!

Jason sent one icy glare over his shoulder. Farah felt it to her bones.

Grace, still holding Jason’s hand, didn't head home. Instead, she pulled him in a different direction.

“I got my paycheck today. Let’s go shopping and have a nice meal,” she said. “Speaking of which, Jay, we haven’t had a proper meal out since we met.”

“Then let’s have a nice meal,” Jason said. “But I’m treating. I’ve been earning money too, and you’ve been taking care of me.”

Grace felt a pang of pride, as if her child had grown up.

“Then let me be treated,” Grace smiled, letting go of the encounter with Chase and Farah’s insults. Jason was with her, accepting her for who she was.

They walked to a mall in the city center. Grace chose a popular, affordable restaurant. “The food here is good, and the prices are reasonable. I used to eat here with my colleagues…” She paused.