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.”

but he did not say anything in

waiting for. Underneath the hot water, she tried to

only partially succeeded.

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

couldn’t lose.

was proof

She shuddered.

second floor

abused and drowned

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

press charges, they would be

money to buy entire juries… if anyone

seeking justice was

would never come for a

okay. You’re

is a new day.

over and over again,

wasn’t true.

bite back the

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

was holding back because of his physical sickness from the other night. If that was

allowed her to mother him because he’d sensed that was

down at the kitchen

and she worked in the dim light of the kitchen lamp to sew back together the uniform shirt

hands clenched into

some nameless tune.

of imprisonment and the recent exposure to the wind and sun, her skin was not fair at all. Even though she had a

she was sewing her clothes, stitch by stitch, and… she looked

quiet and elegant way about her was unusually attractive.

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

year.

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