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.”

his eyes, but he did not say anything in the

the hot water, she tried to channel

partially succeeded.

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

couldn’t lose.

happened today was

She shuddered.

second floor hadn’t

bastard Greg have abused and

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

press charges, they would be accomplices.

money to buy entire juries… if anyone actually cared about

justice was pointless.

for a person like her.

okay. You’re okay.

is a new day.

it over and over again, but deep down,

wasn’t true.

it hard to bite back the words he

His ‘sister’ was hellbent

back because of his physical sickness from the other night. If that was the case, well, f*ck

him because he’d sensed that was what

down at the

pajamas and she worked in the dim light of the kitchen lamp to sew back together the uniform shirt that

hands clenched into fists.

hummed some nameless tune.

and sun, her skin was not fair at all. Even though she had a comely appearance, she

sewing her clothes, stitch by

about

the circles he moved in, he seldom saw women sewing clothes like this. The very notion was laughable. The

year.

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