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.

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

partially

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

couldn’t lose.

was proof of that.

She shuddered.

man on the second

that bastard Greg have abused

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

to press charges, they

to buy entire juries… if anyone actually cared about her

knew seeking justice was

never come for a person like

okay. You’re okay.

a new

and over again, but

wasn’t true.

hard to bite back the words he wanted

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

sickness from the other night. If that was the case,

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

at the kitchen table.

wore a fluffy bathrobe over her pajamas and she worked in the dim light of the kitchen lamp

clenched

hummed some nameless tune.

skin was not fair at all. Even though she had a comely appearance, she still looked weathered, and given all that had befallen her in the short time. he’d known

her clothes, stitch by stitch, and…

way about her was unusually

he seldom saw women sewing clothes like this. The very notion was laughable. The women he knew

year.

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