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.”

was a flash in his eyes, but he did not say anything

Grace took that shower she’d been waiting for. Underneath the hot water, she tried to channel all of those terrible feelings and fears out of her and right down the

partially

had she

couldn’t lose.

happened today was

She shuddered.

the second floor

bastard Greg have abused and drowned

Maria and Mia, two ‘classmates’ who’d

she were to press charges, they

to buy entire juries… if anyone actually cared about her or the pain they’d

seeking justice was

never come for a

You’re okay.

is a new day.

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

wasn’t true.

bite back

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

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 was bearable.

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

back down at the kitchen table.

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

clenched into fists.

hummed some nameless tune.

the recent exposure to the wind and sun, her skin was not fair at all.

her clothes, stitch by stitch,

way about her was unusually attractive.

like this. The very notion was laughable.

year.

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