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.”

his eyes, but he did not say anything in the end. Instead, he simply replied

took that shower she’d been waiting for. Underneath the hot water, she tried to channel all of those terrible feelings and fears out of

only partially succeeded.

had she learned? That there were many people above the law.

couldn’t lose.

today was proof of

She shuddered.

man on the second floor hadn’t intervened? What

bastard Greg have abused and drowned her?

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

charges, they

enough money to buy

seeking justice

for a person like her.

You’re okay.

is a new

over again, but

wasn’t true.

it hard to bite back the words

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

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

of the kitchen lamp

clenched

some nameless

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 time. he’d

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

quiet and elegant way about

sewing clothes like this. 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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