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

waiting for. Underneath the hot water, she tried to channel all of those terrible feelings and fears out of her and right

only partially

strove to always protect the innocent, and yet… what had she learned? That

couldn’t lose.

happened today was

She shuddered.

if that man on the second floor hadn’t intervened? What

bastard Greg have abused and drowned her? And

who’d stood

she were to press charges, they would be

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

seeking justice was

for a person like her.

okay. You’re okay.

a

and over again,

wasn’t true.

to bite back the words

His

she was holding back 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

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

down at the

her pajamas and she worked in the dim light of the kitchen lamp to sew

clenched

hummed some nameless tune.

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

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

and elegant way about her was unusually attractive.

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

year.

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