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

shower she’d been waiting for. Underneath the hot water, she tried to channel all of those terrible feelings and fears

only partially

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

couldn’t lose.

today was proof of that.

She shuddered.

the second floor hadn’t intervened? What

Greg have abused and drowned

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

charges,

have enough money to buy entire

justice was

never come for a

okay. You’re

a new day.

again, but deep down, she knew it

wasn’t true.

found it hard to bite back the

she remained silent. His ‘sister’ was hellbent on

the other night. If that was the case, well,

because he’d sensed that was

at the kitchen table.

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

clenched

hummed some

hard years of imprisonment and the recent exposure to the wind and sun, her skin was not fair at all.

clothes, stitch by

elegant way about her was

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

year.

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