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.

2/6

“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

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 right down the

only partially

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

couldn’t lose.

happened today was

She shuddered.

if that man on the second

have abused

‘classmates’ who’d stood by

she were to press charges, they would

felon. If their families didn’t have enough money to buy

seeking justice was pointless.

for a person like

okay. You’re okay.

a new

over and over again, but

wasn’t true.

found it hard to bite back the words he wanted

silent. His ‘sister’ was hellbent

she was holding back because of his physical sickness from the other night. If that was the case, well, f*ck that. He’d been

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

back down at

pajamas and she worked in the dim light of the kitchen

hands clenched into fists.

some

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

she was sewing her clothes, stitch by stitch,

elegant way about her was unusually

the circles he moved in, he seldom saw women sewing clothes like this. The very notion was laughable. The women he knew wore couture clothes that cost more than Grace would make

year.

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255