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

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

partially succeeded.

innocent, and yet… what had she learned? That there were many people above the law. And

couldn’t lose.

happened today was

She shuddered.

that man on the second floor hadn’t intervened? What then?

Greg have abused and drowned her? And

two ‘classmates’ who’d stood by and

were to press charges,

to buy entire juries… if anyone actually cared about her or the pain

seeking justice was pointless.

would never come for a person like her.

You’re okay.

is a

over again, but deep

wasn’t true.

to bite back the words

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

other night. If that was the case, well, f*ck that.

to mother him because he’d sensed

down at

pajamas and she worked in the dim light of the kitchen lamp

clenched into fists.

hummed some

years of imprisonment and the recent exposure to the wind and sun, her skin was not fair

moment, she was sewing her clothes, stitch

about her was

the circles he moved in, he seldom saw women sewing clothes like this. The very notion was laughable. The women he knew wore couture

year.

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