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.”

did not say anything in the end. Instead, he

the hot water, she tried to channel all of those terrible feelings and fears out of her and right

partially succeeded.

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

couldn’t lose.

was proof

She shuddered.

if that man on the second floor hadn’t

that bastard Greg have abused and

‘classmates’ who’d stood by and watched

press charges, they

If their families didn’t have enough money to buy

justice was pointless.

never come for a person like her.

okay. You’re

is a new

and over again, but

wasn’t true.

to bite back the words he

silent. His ‘sister’

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

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

down at

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

hands clenched

some

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 time. he’d known her, it was obvious the

was sewing her clothes, stitch

quiet and elegant way about her was unusually

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

year.

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