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 voice suddenly sounded in

he asked. It was as if time spent with her

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

Then, she took out a dry towel and flicked off the fine strands of hair that

a shower,”

to hot as he normally

scar had grown

he would

had abandoned him and

was the only thing he had

recalled her pushing him away as he knelt and begged her not

her head and pried

she shoved him aside so she could

of rebar. Jason’s memories didn’t

details of the day, aside from what she

had transformed into a snarl, and how he’d been

when the metal he fell on pierced

the metal had gotten very

He was lucky, a centimeter to the left and they would

to save his

had told himself that that woman was no

his mother.

walled himself

father’s death, he stopped having expectations of

anyone.

long as he did not have expectations, he would

was just that…

wiped his body dry with a

out of the bathroom, his eyes

table

something.

had he started having expectations of

looking forward to seeing her smile, looking forward to

happiness.

those moments when she

smiled. Her smile lit

“Jay”.

name on her lips brought him joy.

done washing up? I’ll help you blow dry your hair,”

walked to the side of the table and saw some

her side.

original case.

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