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.”

to channel all of those terrible

only partially

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

couldn’t lose.

today was

She shuddered.

if that man on the second

that bastard Greg have abused and

of Maria and Mia, two ‘classmates’ who’d

charges, they would be

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

knew seeking justice

come for a

okay. You’re okay.

is a new day.

said it over and over again, but deep

wasn’t true.

hard to bite back the

remained silent. His ‘sister’ was hellbent on

night. If that was the

because he’d sensed

at the

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

clenched into fists.

some nameless tune.

to the wind and sun, her skin was not fair at all.

at this moment, she was sewing her clothes, stitch

quiet and elegant way about her was unusually

in, he seldom saw women sewing clothes like this. The very notion was laughable. The women he knew wore couture clothes that cost more than Grace would make

year.

a simple

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