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.

of time, her voice suddenly

if time spent with her

carefully looked at him for a while. “My skill isn’t

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

a

narrow bathroom. Knowing that she wanted to conserve energy and keep their bills low, he didn’t set the shower to hot as he normally would. Warm water rushed over his body as he stepped in and lowered his head to rinse

time, this scar had grown very shallow.

would think of that

had abandoned him and

only thing he had

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

shaken her head and

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

Jason’s memories didn’t

aside

smile had transformed into a snarl, and

he fell on pierced

that the metal

a centimeter to the

to save his life at

himself that that woman was

his mother.

walled himself

father’s death, he stopped having expectations

anyone.

not have expectations, he would never

was just

body dry with

his clothes. When he walked out of the bathroom, his

the table and seemed

something.

started having expectations

her

happiness.

when she

and smiled. Her smile lit up the

“Jay”.

the sound of his name on her lips brought him

blow dry your hair,” she said as she stood

the side of the table and saw some documents

her side. They were…

her original

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