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.

After an unknown amount of time, her

It was as if time spent

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

and flicked off the fine strands of hair that

go take a shower,” Grace said.

as he normally would. Warm water rushed over his body as he

this scar had grown very shallow. However,

would think of

abandoned him and his father.

wound was the only thing he had left

knelt and begged her not to leave, and not to abandon him and

her head and pried his hands

him aside so she could leave, he’d

memories didn’t remember the construction

day, aside from

had transformed into a

to breathe when the metal he fell on pierced

that the metal had

He was lucky, a centimeter to the left

able to save his

told himself that that woman

his mother.

walled himself off.

his father’s death, he stopped

anyone.

long as he did not have expectations,

was just that…

body dry with

walked out of the bathroom, his

was sitting at the table and seemed to

something.

when had he started having expectations of her? He

her smile, looking forward to her

happiness.

she looked at

lit up the whole room.

“Jay”.

his name on her lips brought

hair,” she said as she stood up to get

to the side of the table and

table by her side. They

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