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.”

but he did not say

hot water, she tried to channel

only partially succeeded.

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

couldn’t lose.

was proof

She shuddered.

on the second

have abused and drowned

Maria and Mia, two ‘classmates’ who’d stood by and watched the

she were to press charges, they would

didn’t have enough money to buy

justice

come for a person like her.

You’re okay.

a new

again,

wasn’t true.

to bite back the words

His ‘sister’ was hellbent on

of his physical sickness from the other night. If that was the case, well, f*ck that. He’d been in pain, yeah.

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

back down at the kitchen table.

fluffy bathrobe over her pajamas and she worked in the dim light of the kitchen lamp to sew back together the uniform shirt that

clenched

hummed some nameless

and sun, her skin was not fair at all. Even though she had a comely appearance,

moment, she was sewing her clothes, stitch by stitch, and… she looked beautiful.

elegant way about

very notion was laughable. The women he

year.

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