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

if time spent

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

she took out a dry towel and flicked off the fine strands of hair that were stuck to his face, neck, and

take a shower,” Grace

the shower to hot as he normally would. Warm water rushed over his body as he stepped in and

scar had grown

would think

had abandoned him and

only thing he

recalled her pushing him away as he knelt and begged her not to leave, and not to abandon him and his father.

had shaken her head and

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

memories didn’t remember the construction

the details of the day, aside from what she wore, how her

smile had transformed into a snarl, and how

when the metal he

metal

He was lucky, a centimeter to the

been able to save his

had told himself

his mother.

himself off.

death, he stopped having expectations

anyone.

long as he did not have expectations,

was just

turned off the tap, wiped his body dry with a towel, and

out of the

was sitting at the table

something.

having expectations of her? He

looking forward to seeing her

happiness.

lived for those moments when she looked at him with gentle

smiled. Her smile lit up the whole room.

“Jay”.

on

help you blow dry your hair,” she said as she stood up to get the hairdryer.

of the table and saw some documents

side. They were… copies of

original case.

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