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.

an unknown amount of time, her voice suddenly sounded

asked. It was as if time spent

took two steps back, and carefully looked at him for a while. “My skill isn’t

took out a dry towel and flicked off the fine

a shower,” Grace

their bills low, he didn’t set the shower to hot as he normally

time, this scar had grown very shallow. However, every time

would

abandoned him and his

this wound was the only thing he had left of her.

her pushing him away as he knelt and begged her

her head and pried his hands free.

she could leave,

memories didn’t remember

day, aside from what she wore, how

transformed into a snarl,

to breathe when the metal he

had said that the metal had gotten very close to

was lucky, a centimeter to the

to save his

time, he had told himself that

his mother.

himself

death, he stopped having

anyone.

he did not have expectations, he would

just that…

body

When he walked out of the

sitting at the table and

something.

had he started having expectations

looking forward to seeing her smile, looking forward to

happiness.

for those moments when she looked at

and smiled. Her smile lit up

“Jay”.

his name on her lips brought

I’ll help you blow dry your hair,”

of the table and saw

by her side.

original case.

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