Chapter 3

“Are you hungry?”

His dark eyes studied her and he tilted his head. “What?”

When he still didn’t reply, she wrung her hands together. “I’ll get you something to eat.”

Grace moved to the tiny stove and threw some noodles and eggs into the pot to make a simple bowl of noodles for him. She didn’t have any meat, but she chopped what vegetables she had and added them too.

She set the tiny table and poured them both a glass of water from the sink. He moved cautiously to take a seat when she set the bowls down.

“Eat, but don’t eat too fast. It’s quite hot,” she said.

She didn’t mean to treat him like a child, but his presence made her nervous even as there was something incredibly calming about him.

He lowered his head and ate his noodles quietly. Grace also stared at him in silence.

Normally, she’d come home and hate the feeling of being alone, confined in a tiny space. For some reason, the loneliness that she’d usually feel seemed to have disappeared. Could it be due to the presence of another person in the room?

After he had finished eating, Grace cleaned up the plates. “I usually sleep with the lights on. I hope you don’t mind,” she said. Ever since she was released from prison, she had gotten into the habit.

“That’s fine.”

Grace took her pajamas into the bathroom and shut the door to brush her teeth and change. Was it weird having a man alone beside where she’d sleep? Yeah. Probably.

But she didn’t feel triggered by his presence of fearful.

If he’d wanted to hurt her, he wouldn’t have defended her on the street.

When she exited and lay down on the bed, he took his position on the floor.

The room was silent save for the sound of the heater. If she listened hard enough, she could hear each breath he took.

It was a steady rhythm, peaceful even.

Grace closed her eyes and focused on sleeping. This was her routine every night because it was almost impossible for her to relax. Even being out of jail, at night she would always dream of her time in prison.

She would be beaten, shamed, and abused… and every finger would burn with the pain of being broken and the nails being torn off…

She’d wake up screaming, fingers curled, terrified, and heart pounding.

However, oddly, that didn’t happen tonight.

She slept until sunrise and was not visited by her usual nightmares.

As she awakened, she rolled over to look at the figure lying on the ground beside her bed.

Still here.

Was it because of him? Because she was no longer alone in this room?

even knew it, she had gotten out of bed, squatted down, and placed her hand on

was real, and not something from

had taken a strange man into

came to herself, she found that he was already awake. His beautiful eyes

“I… I just… that… If you don’t have anywhere to go, you can

in a hurry, but after she had said

widened with a trace of

to, just pretend I

he spoke quietly.

by some other man, it would’ve sounded like they

mean his presence here. She didn’t read any ambiguity into his words, even if there had been, she

stared at her, and a smile slowly formed on

was the first time she had seen him smile. Although it was very light… it looked extremely

***

money on the table for him to buy himself some food, he sat

her gone, the room was eerily

scent or somewhat nervous energy filled the space. He rolled up the quilt that he’d slept on and then washed out the

snoop a bit. But he didn’t want to

apartment, there were already

they

go,” Jason responded

bill in his hand. It had been many years since someone had given him money like this. On the contrary, for as long

a contract worker of the Sanitation Service Center.

“Prison?”

She was convicted of reckless driving and killing Jennifer Atkinson. She was sentenced

kept his expression bland. “Grace…” he whispered. “Well, this

on marrying him and that she was also a good political marriage candidate, he thought that if he

thought that Jennifer would end

relationship

that

for him? Taken his hand, brought him into her

information you can find on Grace Cummins

sir.” Then… “Sir, are you

***

go home. He said that since

when

months after mom died, and her stepmother gave

his “new” family, which led to her being sent to live with her maternal grandmother in the countryside. Grace’s grandmother cared for her until third grade, but had to leave her. Fortunately, her paternal grandfather stepped in

college and at the top of her class, her father finally warmed to her. He eventually

only out of pretense. Even her half sister tried to get on her good side—something that had never happened before. From the moment Evelyn was born, she’d

eyes. She knew it was only because he was the heir of the Stevens Corporation. However, at that time, she still couldn’t help but long for familial affection.

To be loved.

she realized that everything was

stepped into her father’s

was mostly the same. Pictures of the three of them. Not a

Same couches and tables.

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