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.”

a flash in his eyes, but he did not say anything in

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

only partially succeeded.

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

couldn’t lose.

today was proof of

She shuddered.

man on the second floor hadn’t intervened?

have abused and drowned her? And

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

were to press charges, they would

families didn’t have enough money to buy

seeking justice

would never come for a

You’re okay.

a new day.

over again, but deep

wasn’t true.

hard to bite back the words he wanted to say.

His ‘sister’ was hellbent on

If that was the case, well, f*ck that. He’d been in pain, yeah. But it

to mother him because he’d sensed

at the kitchen table.

fluffy bathrobe over her pajamas and she worked in the dim light of the kitchen lamp to sew back together the uniform shirt

hands clenched into

some nameless

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 fair at all. Even though she had a comely appearance, she still looked weathered, and given all that had befallen her in the short

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

quiet and elegant way about her was unusually

women sewing clothes like this. The very notion was laughable.

year.

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