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 anything in the end. Instead, he simply replied faintly,

been waiting for. Underneath the hot water, she tried to channel all of those terrible feelings and

only partially

yet… what had she learned? That there were many

couldn’t lose.

was proof of

She shuddered.

second floor

have abused

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

to press charges, they

didn’t have enough money to buy entire juries… if anyone actually cared about her or the pain they’d caused her.

justice

come for a person

okay. You’re okay.

a

said it over and over again, but deep down, she

wasn’t true.

to bite back the words

the one hand, he knew why she remained silent. His ‘sister’ was hellbent on

other night. If that was the case, well, f*ck that. He’d been in pain, yeah. But it

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

at the

worked in the dim light of the kitchen lamp to sew back together the uniform

clenched into

hummed some nameless tune.

skin was not fair at all.

she was sewing her clothes, stitch by stitch, and… she looked

and elegant way about her

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 would make

year.

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