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.”

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

tried to channel all of

only partially

always protect the innocent, and yet… what had she learned? That

couldn’t lose.

was proof of

She shuddered.

on the second floor hadn’t intervened? What

Greg have abused

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

she were to press charges, they would be

enough money to buy entire juries… if anyone actually

seeking justice was pointless.

come for a

okay. You’re okay.

a

said it over and over again, but deep down, she knew

wasn’t true.

hard to bite back the

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

the other night. If that was the case, well, f*ck that. He’d been in

sensed that was what she needed to do.

at the kitchen table.

of the kitchen lamp to

clenched into

hummed some nameless

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

was sewing her clothes, stitch by stitch,

elegant way about her

he moved in, he seldom saw women sewing clothes like this. The very notion was laughable.

year.

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