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,

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

partially

and yet… what had she learned? That there were many people above the

couldn’t lose.

happened today was proof

She shuddered.

man on the second floor hadn’t intervened?

that bastard Greg have abused

‘classmates’ who’d stood by and watched the assault…

to press charges, they would be

wasn’t a convicted felon. If their families didn’t have enough money to buy entire juries… if anyone actually cared

justice

for

You’re

is a new

over again, but deep down, she knew it

wasn’t true.

back the

he knew why she remained silent. His ‘sister’

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

her to mother him because he’d sensed

sat back down at the

in the dim light of the kitchen lamp to sew back together the uniform shirt

hands clenched into

hummed some nameless

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

clothes, stitch

elegant way about

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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