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.”

but he did not say

to channel all of those terrible feelings and fears out of

only partially succeeded.

law school, she’d studied and strove to always protect the innocent, and yet… what had she learned? That there

couldn’t lose.

happened today was proof of

She shuddered.

on the second floor

that bastard Greg have abused

two ‘classmates’ who’d stood by and watched the

she were to press charges, they

enough money to buy entire juries… if anyone actually cared

justice

come for a person like her.

okay. You’re

a new

again, but deep down,

wasn’t true.

it hard to bite back the words

why she remained silent. His ‘sister’

because of his physical sickness from the other night. If that was the case, well, f*ck that. He’d been in pain, yeah. But it

allowed her to mother him because he’d sensed that was what she needed to

back down at

bathrobe over her pajamas and she worked in the dim light of the

hands clenched into fists.

some nameless

After three hard years of imprisonment and the recent exposure to the wind and sun, her skin was not fair at all. Even though she

her clothes, stitch by stitch, and… she looked

quiet and elegant way about

the circles he moved in, he seldom saw women sewing clothes like this. The very notion was laughable. The women he knew wore couture clothes that cost more than Grace

year.

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