Chapter 3

“Are you hungry?”

His dark eyes studied her and he tilted his head. “What?”

When he still didn’t reply, she wrung her hands together. “I’ll get you something to eat.”

Grace moved to the tiny stove and threw some noodles and eggs into the pot to make a simple bowl of noodles for him. She didn’t have any meat, but she chopped what vegetables she had and added them too.

She set the tiny table and poured them both a glass of water from the sink. He moved cautiously to take a seat when she set the bowls down.

“Eat, but don’t eat too fast. It’s quite hot,” she said.

She didn’t mean to treat him like a child, but his presence made her nervous even as there was something incredibly calming about him.

He lowered his head and ate his noodles quietly. Grace also stared at him in silence.

Normally, she’d come home and hate the feeling of being alone, confined in a tiny space. For some reason, the loneliness that she’d usually feel seemed to have disappeared. Could it be due to the presence of another person in the room?

After he had finished eating, Grace cleaned up the plates. “I usually sleep with the lights on. I hope you don’t mind,” she said. Ever since she was released from prison, she had gotten into the habit.

“That’s fine.”

Grace took her pajamas into the bathroom and shut the door to brush her teeth and change. Was it weird having a man alone beside where she’d sleep? Yeah. Probably.

But she didn’t feel triggered by his presence of fearful.

If he’d wanted to hurt her, he wouldn’t have defended her on the street.

When she exited and lay down on the bed, he took his position on the floor.

The room was silent save for the sound of the heater. If she listened hard enough, she could hear each breath he took.

It was a steady rhythm, peaceful even.

Grace closed her eyes and focused on sleeping. This was her routine every night because it was almost impossible for her to relax. Even being out of jail, at night she would always dream of her time in prison.

She would be beaten, shamed, and abused… and every finger would burn with the pain of being broken and the nails being torn off…

She’d wake up screaming, fingers curled, terrified, and heart pounding.

However, oddly, that didn’t happen tonight.

She slept until sunrise and was not visited by her usual nightmares.

As she awakened, she rolled over to look at the figure lying on the ground beside her bed.

Still here.

Was it because of him? Because she was no longer alone in this room?

it, she had gotten out of bed, squatted down, and placed her hand on his cheek. Her hand felt

real, and not something

really had taken a strange man into

to herself, she found that he was already awake. His beautiful eyes were fixed

Her face heated with embarrassment. “I… I just… that… If you don’t have anywhere to go, you can also

after

eyes widened with a

you don’t want to, just pretend I didn’t say anything,” she

mouth finally opened and he spoke quietly. “Do you

other man, it would’ve sounded like they were flirting with

when the words came from him, it was like he was just asking a simple question of “want” or “don’t want” and she assumed he meant it to mean his presence here. She didn’t read any ambiguity into

her, and a smile slowly formed on his

Although it was

***

back to work. When she left money on the table for him to buy himself some food, he sat staring at the twenty-dollar

gone, the

energy filled the space. He rolled up the quilt that he’d slept

snoop a bit. But

the apartment, there were already people

him come out, they respectfully greeted

Jason responded

parked in front of him. Jason got into it and looked at the twenty-dollar bill in his hand. It had been many years since someone had given him money like this. On the contrary, for

the rearview mirror. “The woman who was with you last night is a contract worker of the Sanitation

“Prison?”

driving and killing Jennifer Atkinson. She was sentenced to three years of imprisonment and had her lawyer’s license

expression bland. “Grace…”

on marrying him and that she was also a good political marriage candidate, he thought that

Jennifer would end

relationship

that

hand, brought him

you can find on Grace Cummins

Then… “Sir, are you interested

***

asking her to go home. He said that since she had been released from prison, she should go home to pay her respects to

died when

only a few months after mom died, and her stepmother

in the countryside. Grace’s grandmother cared for her

college and at the top of her class, her father finally warmed to her. He eventually started to show off

regarded her as an honor, and her stepmother cared about her well-being, even if only out of pretense. Even her half sister tried to get on

only because he was the heir of the Stevens Corporation. However, at that time, she

To be loved.

that everything was

home, she stepped into

the same. Pictures of the three of them. Not a single photo of her in

Same couches and tables.

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