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.”

a flash in his eyes, but he did not say anything in the

dinner, Grace took that shower she’d been waiting for. Underneath the hot water, she tried to channel all of those terrible feelings and fears out of her and

only partially succeeded.

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

couldn’t lose.

happened today was proof of that.

She shuddered.

if that man on the second floor hadn’t

bastard Greg have abused and drowned her?

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

charges, they would be accomplices.

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

knew seeking justice was pointless.

for a

You’re

a new

over and over again, but deep down,

wasn’t true.

it hard to bite back the words he wanted to say.

one hand, he knew why she remained silent. His ‘sister’ was hellbent on protecting him. Which was

If that was the case, well, f*ck that. He’d

he’d sensed that was what

down at the

pajamas and she worked in the dim light of the kitchen lamp to sew back together the uniform shirt that Gregory had torn.

clenched into

hummed some nameless

and her long hair was hanging loosely 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

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

and elegant way about her was

like this. The very notion was laughable. The women he knew wore couture clothes that cost more than Grace would make

year.

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