My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict!

Chapter 287

“It’s all right. I’ll find a job myself.” She refused.

His eyes darkened, and the fingers that clung to her hands tightened slightly. “You don’t like me helping you to find a job,

Sis?”

Her body could not help but stiffen. It was as if her surroundings were filled with some kind of pressure.

“I want to find a job myself.” She took a deep breath, her almond-shaped eyes meeting his dark gaze.

It would have been much easier for her if he found her a job. The job he would have given her would certainly be one that was easier and paid a lot more.

However, how long… would that last?

When he got tired of the game in the future and kicked her out, all she would have then would be nothing.

was to preserve what little self-respect

the ordeal of life and the cruelty of reality continued to

for her to imagine what it was like to kneel to people, but in prison, she knelt to people more than once, ate food that was overturned on the ground, and had her head trampled by

staying alive

once proud, already

shattered.

like to keep what little self-esteem

servant who had come with the

servant, with slightly shaky hands, left the things on the coffee table. She then quickly retreated to one side, fearing that the boss would be angry. After all, in

wide open. She could sense that he was

of fear pervaded her body. After all, she

fear of him.

where she had the courage to keep

into his

lowered his eyes and was now smiling a little. “Since you’re going to find a job yourself, then find

bit. He deftly removed the gauze, reapplied the ointment to her fingers, and wrapped her fingers in the new gauze.