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.”

in his eyes, but he did not say anything in the end. Instead, he simply replied

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

partially

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

couldn’t lose.

happened today was proof of

She shuddered.

the second floor hadn’t intervened? What

abused and

who’d stood by and watched the

she were to press charges, they would

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

seeking justice

come for a person

You’re

a new day.

over and over again,

wasn’t true.

back the words he wanted to say.

knew why she remained silent. His ‘sister’ was hellbent on

from the other night. If that was the

sensed that was what

down at

the dim light of the kitchen lamp to sew back together the uniform shirt that Gregory had torn.

hands clenched into fists.

some

to malnutrition. After three hard years of imprisonment and the recent exposure to the wind and sun, her 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, it was obvious the

she was sewing her clothes, stitch by

quiet and elegant way about her was unusually

notion was laughable.

year.

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