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

if time spent with her passed

took two steps back, and carefully looked at him for a while. “My skill isn’t too bad. In fact, it’s

and flicked off the fine strands of hair that were stuck to

go take a shower,” Grace said.

shower to hot as he normally would. Warm water rushed

time, this scar had grown very shallow. However,

saw it, he would think of that woman.

had abandoned him and his father.

thing he

away as he knelt and begged her not to leave, and not to abandon him and

woman had shaken her head

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

memories

the day, aside from what she wore, how her

a snarl, and

when the metal he

that the metal had

He was lucky, a centimeter to the

to save his

time, he had told himself that that

his mother.

walled himself

death, he stopped having expectations

anyone.

did not have expectations,

was just that…

tap, wiped his body dry with a

he walked out of the bathroom, his eyes

was sitting at the table and seemed to be looking at

something.

started having expectations of

looking forward to seeing her

happiness.

she looked

Her smile lit

“Jay”.

his name on

washing up? I’ll help you blow dry your hair,” she said as she

the side of the table and saw some

her side.

her original case.

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