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 voice suddenly sounded in his

asked. It was as if time spent

him for a while. “My skill isn’t too bad. In fact, it’s rather good,

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

take a shower,”

hot as he normally

scar had grown very shallow. However, every time

would think of

had abandoned

thing he had left of

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

had shaken her head and pried his

she could leave, he’d

rebar. Jason’s memories

the day, aside from what she

had transformed into a snarl, and how

he fell

metal had gotten very close to

a centimeter to the left and they would

to save his life at

time, he had told himself

his mother.

walled himself off.

father’s death, he stopped having expectations

anyone.

as he did not have

just that…

the tap, wiped his body dry

his clothes. When he walked out of the

the table and

something.

started having expectations of her?

to seeing her smile, looking forward to her

happiness.

lived for those moments when she looked

lit up

“Jay”.

the sound of his name on her lips brought him joy.

you blow dry your hair,” she said as she stood up to

the side of the table and saw some documents

by her side. They

her original case.

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