My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict!

Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Grace looked at the back of her right hand, at the spot where Maria had stepped on today.

“Today, when I was working, I accidentally hit it. It’s nothing,” she said casually, not wanting him to worry.

“Is that so?” Jason stared fixedly at Grace. “Sister, if someone bullies you, just tell me and I will stand up for you.”

He would make those people pay the price. In the future, no one would dare bully her.

For a moment, her heart pounded quickly. It was as if he knew everything. Was he …testing her? She didn’t want to lie. Not to him. But she didn’t want him to worry either.

Especially when he couldn’t help her.

He was poor and broken down like her. And if he were to take on one of those privileged assholes, it’d only end badly for him.

And she wouldn’t let that happen.

“I can protect myself,” she said.

“What if you can’t?” he asked.

If that were the case, it would still be useless to tell him, but

Grace did not say that. She didn’t want to prolong this

conversation.

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“Don’t you want me to protect you?” He stared at her with his dark and deep eyes.

She bit her lip. “You already saved me once, remember? Now it’s my turn to try and protect you. And I’ll try my best not to let others bully us.”

flash in his eyes, but he did not say anything in the end. Instead, he simply replied faintly, “Okay.”

for. Underneath the hot water, she tried to channel all of those

only partially succeeded.

yet… what had she learned? That there were many people above the law. And

couldn’t lose.

happened today was proof

She shuddered.

second floor hadn’t intervened? What

abused and drowned her? And

of Maria and Mia, two ‘classmates’ who’d stood by

press charges,

she wasn’t a convicted felon. If their families didn’t have enough money to buy entire juries…

justice was

never come for

okay. You’re

is a

over and over again, but deep down, she knew

wasn’t true.

it hard to bite back the words he wanted

remained silent. His ‘sister’ was hellbent on protecting him. Which was just

night. If that was

allowed her to mother him because he’d sensed

back down at

light of the kitchen lamp to sew back together

clenched

hummed some

head lowered, and her long hair was hanging loosely over her shoulders. Her hair seemed to lack some shine due to malnutrition. After three hard years of imprisonment and the recent exposure to the wind and sun, her skin was

her clothes, stitch by stitch, and…

way about

notion was laughable. The women he knew wore couture clothes

year.

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