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.”

he did not say anything in the end. Instead, he simply replied faintly, “Okay.”

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

only partially

always protect the innocent, and yet… what had she learned?

couldn’t lose.

today was proof of

She shuddered.

if that man on the second

have abused and

who’d stood by and watched the assault…

were to press charges, they would be accomplices.

enough money to buy entire juries… if

seeking justice was

would never come for a

You’re okay.

is a new day.

and over again, but deep down, she knew

wasn’t true.

found it hard to bite back the words he wanted to say.

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

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

to mother him because he’d sensed

down at the kitchen

in the dim light of the kitchen lamp

hands clenched into fists.

hummed some nameless tune.

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 was sewing her clothes, stitch by stitch,

about her

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

year.

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