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.”

say anything in the end. Instead, he simply replied faintly, “Okay.”

to channel all of those terrible feelings and fears out of

only partially succeeded.

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

couldn’t lose.

was proof of

She shuddered.

the second floor hadn’t intervened?

Greg have abused and drowned her? And

who’d

press charges, they would be accomplices.

money to buy entire juries… if anyone actually cared about her

seeking justice

for a

You’re okay.

a new

said it over and over again, but deep down,

wasn’t true.

bite back the words he wanted to say.

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

other night. If that was the case,

because he’d sensed

back down at the kitchen

dim light of the kitchen lamp to sew back together the

clenched into fists.

hummed some nameless tune.

her head lowered, and her long hair was hanging loosely over her shoulders. Her hair seemed to lack some shine due to malnutrition. After three hard years of imprisonment and the recent exposure to the wind and sun, her skin was not fair at

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

and elegant way about

like this. The very notion was laughable. The

year.

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