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,

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

only partially

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

couldn’t lose.

happened today was proof of that.

She shuddered.

second

abused and drowned

Mia, two ‘classmates’ who’d stood by

press charges,

If their families didn’t have enough money to buy entire juries… if anyone actually cared about her or the pain

seeking justice was

would never come for a person like

You’re

is a new day.

over again, but deep down,

wasn’t true.

to bite back the

one hand, he knew why she remained silent. His ‘sister’ was hellbent

physical sickness from the other night. If that was the

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

sat back down at the kitchen table.

over her pajamas and she worked in the dim light of the kitchen lamp to sew back

hands clenched

some nameless

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

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

and elegant way about her was

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

year.

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