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,

she tried to channel all

partially succeeded.

studied and strove to always protect the innocent, and yet… what had she learned? That there were many people above

couldn’t lose.

today was proof of that.

She shuddered.

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

have abused and drowned

two ‘classmates’ who’d stood by and

to press charges,

enough money to buy entire juries… if anyone actually

knew seeking justice was pointless.

would never come for a person like

okay. You’re okay.

is a

over and over again, but deep down, she knew

wasn’t true.

found it hard to bite back the words

remained silent. His ‘sister’ was hellbent on protecting him. Which was

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

him because he’d sensed that

back down at

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

clenched into

some

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

her clothes, stitch by

way about her was unusually attractive.

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

year.

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