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.”

eyes, but he did not say anything in the end. Instead, he simply

water, she tried to

partially succeeded.

innocent, and yet… what had she learned? That there were

couldn’t lose.

happened today was proof of that.

She shuddered.

second floor hadn’t intervened? What

Greg have abused

and Mia, two ‘classmates’ who’d stood

charges, they would

enough money to buy entire juries…

seeking justice was pointless.

never come for a person like her.

You’re

is a

over again, but deep down,

wasn’t true.

hard to bite back the

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

that was the

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

sat back down at the kitchen table.

wore a fluffy bathrobe over her pajamas and she worked in the dim light of the kitchen lamp

clenched into fists.

some

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 in the short time. he’d

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

elegant way about her was

very notion was laughable. The

year.

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