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.”

There was a flash in his eyes, but he did not say anything in the end. Instead, he simply replied faintly, “Okay.”

the hot water, she tried to channel all of those

partially

school, she’d studied and strove to always protect the innocent, and yet… what had she learned? That there were many people above the law. And being

couldn’t lose.

was proof of that.

She shuddered.

second floor hadn’t

Greg have abused and drowned her? And

‘classmates’ who’d

to press charges, they would be accomplices.

money to buy entire juries… if anyone actually cared about her

knew seeking justice was

for a person like

You’re

a

it over and over again, but deep down, she knew

wasn’t true.

bite back the words

hand, he knew why she remained silent. His

of his physical sickness from the other night. If that was the case, well, f*ck that. He’d been in pain,

to mother him because he’d sensed that was what

sat back down at the

and she worked in the dim light of the kitchen lamp to sew back together the

hands clenched

hummed some nameless

had her head lowered, and her long hair was hanging loosely over her 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

at this moment, she was sewing her clothes, stitch by

elegant way about her was unusually attractive.

circles 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 more

year.

never thought that one day, such a simple

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