My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict!

Chapter 42

Chapter 42

She combed his bangs gently with a comb, then began to trim

the hairs on his forehead bit by bit. All of her attention was

concentrated on the task at hand.

Jason watched her. The way she studied him, so focused on her

task.

That singular focus had served her well in her life-first with her

education and graduating top of her class at University and later

at Law School. And then in surviving prison.

Guilt stabbed at him.

He saw how she’d been abused in the time that he knew her.

What must her life be like behind bars, with no one to champion or protect her, and countless criminals coming after her all in the hopes of pleasing him?

She sucked in a breath and he hung on to that little sound.

Her mouth was pretty. Full lips, a bright smile.

She didn’t smile enough, he realized.

Her skin was still red, likely from the wind and cold, and though it

pinkened her cheeks and nose, it only enhanced her beauty.

If he looked hard enough, he could see that she’d been beautiful

once.

Her features carried symmetry and character.

But it wasn’t the outward appearance that drew him, but rather

what came from within.

This woman… she’d been the one to fight for him. To sacrifice so that he could have a roof over his head, warm clothes, and something good to eat. She’d asked for nothing in return.

And knowing that she appreciated him for him… awakened something inside him.

unknown amount of time, her voice

asked. It was as if time spent with her

steps back, and carefully looked at him for a while. “My skill isn’t too

out a dry towel and flicked off the

take a

normally would. Warm water rushed over his body as he stepped in and lowered his head to rinse away any shorn hairs.

had grown very shallow. However, every

would think of

woman who had abandoned him and his

this wound was the only thing he had left of

away as he knelt and begged her not to leave, and not to abandon him and his

head and pried

shoved him aside so she could leave, he’d fallen on

memories didn’t remember the construction

of the day, aside from

smile had transformed into a snarl, and how

breathe when the metal he fell on pierced his chest.

the metal had gotten very close to

lucky, a centimeter to the left and they would

to save his life at all.

had told himself that that

his mother.

walled himself

he

anyone.

did not have expectations, he would never

just that…

tap, wiped his body dry with a towel,

out of the bathroom,

at the table and

something.

had he started having expectations

seeing her

happiness.

when she looked at him with

lit up the

“Jay”.

sound of his name on

your hair,” she said as

walked to the side of the

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