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.”

not say anything in the end. Instead,

water, she tried to channel all of those terrible feelings and fears out of her and

partially

she learned? That there were many people above the law. And being

couldn’t lose.

was proof

She shuddered.

on the second floor

that bastard Greg have abused and

Mia, two ‘classmates’ who’d stood

to press charges,

their families didn’t have enough money to buy entire

knew seeking justice was

never come for a person like

okay. You’re

a

and over again, but deep

wasn’t true.

it hard to bite back the words he wanted to

she remained silent. His ‘sister’ was

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

because he’d sensed that was what she needed to do.

at the

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

clenched into fists.

hummed some nameless tune.

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 all. Even though she had a comely appearance, she still looked weathered, and given all that had befallen her

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

way about her was unusually attractive.

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

year.

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