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.

amount of time, her

as if

two steps back, and carefully looked at him for a while. “My skill isn’t too bad. In fact, it’s rather good, and we’ve saved twenty

a dry towel and flicked off the fine strands of hair that were stuck to his

take a shower,” Grace

that she wanted to conserve energy and keep their bills low, he didn’t set the shower to hot as he normally would. Warm water rushed over his body as he stepped in and lowered his head to rinse away any shorn hairs. As he glanced down, he

had grown very shallow. However, every time

would

woman who had abandoned

this wound was the only thing

away as he knelt and begged her not to

her head and pried his hands

she could leave, he’d fallen on

Jason’s memories didn’t

the day, aside from what

had transformed into a snarl,

to breathe when the metal he fell on

the metal had gotten very close

was lucky, a centimeter to the left and

been able to save his life at all.

that time, he had told himself that that woman was no

his mother.

himself off.

he stopped having expectations

anyone.

not have

was just that…

wiped his body dry with a towel,

out of the bathroom, his

Grace. She was sitting at the table and seemed to be looking at

something.

when had he started having expectations of her? He

her smile, looking forward to

happiness.

she looked at him

and smiled. Her smile lit up the whole

“Jay”.

the sound of his name on

help you blow dry your hair,” she said as

the side of the table

her side. They

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