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 sounded

as if

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

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

a shower,” Grace

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

grown very

would think of

woman who had abandoned

only thing he had

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

shaken her head and pried his hands free.

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

rebar. Jason’s memories didn’t remember the

aside

into a snarl, and how he’d been

when the metal he fell on

metal had gotten very close to his

a centimeter to the left and

to save his life at

himself that that woman

his mother.

walled himself

he stopped

anyone.

did not have expectations,

was just that…

off the tap, wiped his body dry with a towel, and put

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

the table and seemed to

something.

had he started having expectations of

to seeing her smile, looking

happiness.

moments when she looked at him

and smiled. Her smile lit up the whole

“Jay”.

his name on her

you blow dry your hair,” she said as

the side of the table

table by her side. They were… copies of the

original

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