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

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

only partially

what had she learned? That

couldn’t lose.

today was

She shuddered.

if that man on the second

have abused and drowned her? And

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

she were to press charges,

have enough money to buy entire juries… if anyone

seeking justice was

come for a person

okay. You’re

a new day.

and over again, but

wasn’t true.

hard to bite back the words he

remained silent. His ‘sister’ was hellbent on protecting him. Which

other night. If that was the case, well, f*ck that. He’d been

sensed that was what

back down at

fluffy bathrobe over her pajamas and she worked in the dim light of

hands clenched into fists.

hummed some

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

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

and elegant way about her was

like this. The very notion was laughable. The women he knew wore couture clothes that cost more than Grace

year.

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