My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict!

“No, no, that’s not what I meant. I wasn’t thinking anything. inappropriate. I was just thinking that you seem a bit too thin, not
much flesh on your bones. It might not give a good impression to others,” Harley quickly explained.
The blush on Calvert’s face quickly faded, turning into a pale hue. “I... I know,” he said, “My physical condition is indeed hard. for
people to accept.”
Calvert was covered in so many wounds that sometimes he could hardly bear to look at them, let alone someone like Harley. He
was just grateful that at least his face was unscathed at the moment.
Harley found that the more he tried to explain, the worse it. seemed: “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with your body. I just
think you have a great physical appearance. If you could build up some more muscle, you might be able to break into the
entertainment industry, maybe as a model or an actor!”
Calvert was taken aback: “Me, a model and an actor?”
“Mmm, you’re very beautiful, but it’s not that soft, feminine. beauty. It’s a kind of androgynous beauty. This kind of look is very
popular in the entertainment industry right now,” she said.
After all, Harley, being the big princess of the entertainment industry, naturally understood these popular trends very well.
Calvert pursed his thin lips, lowering his eyelids slightly, “How could I possibly do these things? My field of study isn’t related to
this at all.”
“You could hire a professional teacher for guidance,” she suggested. “Nowadays, many models or actors didn’t originally study in
this field. If you’re truly interested in entering this industry, I can help you.”
Calvert tightened his grip on the fork and asked, “Why are you helping me?”
Now, it was Harley who was left stunned.
Yeah, why would she help him? She was well aware of her worth in the eyes of some people. If an ordinary person heard her
make such a promise, they’d probably be overjoyed, not questioning her motives like he was.
At first, Harley helped him, taking him to the hospital, probably out of sympathy. Later, when he helped him again in the alley, it
was because he felt sorry for him.

And now? Calvert hadn’t been beaten or injured, yet she was once again offering to help him. Even more, this kind of help, to
some extent, could be seen as a life–changing favor.
“Perhaps it’s because it would be a shame if someone with your looks went unnoticed,” Harley pondered. “Besides, for me, this
is just a simple matter. If you want, I can introduce you to a talent agent!”
Calvert’s eyelashes fluttered slightly. It was such a simple thing... Indeed, perhaps for Harley, it was as easy as casually handing
a one–dollar coin to a beggar on the street.
But Calvert didn’t feel bad about it. Even if he felt inferior, he knew that Harley meant well.
Even the mere mention of his looks by Harley made his heart race, filled him with excitement he himself couldn’t quite put into
words.
“Do you think I look good?” Calvert asked, looking up at Harley.
“Mmm, very good,” Harley said, even looking at the face in front of her, she felt an urge to make him famous. Of course, she
didn’t say this out loud. After all, living in an environment like the Hart family, even though her parents protected her well, she
knew that humans are greedy creatures.
If Harley really did say something about making Calvert famous, it might actually make Calvert too greedy, which might not be a
good thing in the end.
Harley’s original intention was just to think that if Calvert chose the path of the entertainment industry, it might change his current
difficult living situation.