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.

water, she tried to channel

only partially

and strove to always protect the innocent, and yet… what had she learned? That there were many people above the law. And being innocent didn’t mean

couldn’t lose.

was

She shuddered.

on the second floor hadn’t intervened? What

abused and drowned her?

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

she were to press charges,

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

justice was pointless.

come for a person

okay. You’re okay.

a

again, but deep down, she

wasn’t true.

found it hard to bite back the

the one hand, he knew why she remained silent. His

was holding back because of his physical sickness from the other night. If that was the case, well, f*ck that. He’d

sensed that was what she needed to

sat back down at the kitchen

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

hands clenched into fists.

some nameless tune.

her skin was not fair at all. Even though she had

she was sewing her clothes, stitch by

way about her was unusually attractive.

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

year.

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