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.

unknown amount of time, her voice suddenly

was as if time spent with her passed

back, and carefully looked at him for a while. “My

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

go take a shower,” Grace

normally would. Warm water rushed over his body as he stepped in and lowered his head to

scar had grown

saw it, he would think of that

who had abandoned him

this wound was the only thing

he knelt and begged her not

had shaken her head and pried his hands free.

so she could leave, he’d fallen

Jason’s memories didn’t

the details of the day, aside from what she wore, how

transformed into a snarl, and how he’d

the metal he fell on pierced his chest.

the metal had gotten very

a centimeter to the left and they would

been able to save his life

he had told himself that that woman

his mother.

himself off.

his father’s death, he stopped having expectations

anyone.

as he did not have expectations, he would never

was just that…

body dry with a towel,

he walked out of the

sitting at the table and seemed

something.

he started having expectations

looking forward to seeing her

happiness.

for those moments when she looked at him with gentle

smiled. Her smile lit

“Jay”.

name on her lips brought him

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

to the side of the table and saw

her side. They were…

original case.

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