Filthy rich werewolves novel Chapter 162

"I can't refuse, can I?" Grace asked.

Jason’s eyes flashed slightly, his wolf pushing through, and the smile on his face disappeared little by little. He then slowly straightened up and looked down at her. "No, you can refuse. I can give you the right to refuse, but..."

After pausing, he looked at her with a faint smile. "Sis, are you sure you want to refuse?"

Grace felt that the air around her seemed to be frozen at this moment. If she agreed, she could indeed get a lot of things or even change her own destiny.

If it had been someone else who had said these words to her, perhaps she would have agreed.

But, Jason... She had a kind of fear towards this man. It was true that he had never really tried to deal with her. However, just one sentence from him had caused her much suffering in prison.

During the three years of imprisonment and even the court hearing, no one dared to accept her case after hearing that it was Jason's fiancée who had died in the car accident. And that was just in ‘human’ circles.

Within the wolf world, she’d been shunned. Cast out. Sentenced to a life alone.

Even the false evidence and those witnesses who unanimously accused her of drinking made her question whether he was the one behind it all.

This man was like her nightmare who pressed her down so hard that she could barely breathe. Ever since she had discovered his true identity, whenever he had approached her, her body could not help but stiffen.

She would tremble whenever she had any sort of physical contact with him.

How could she keep such a man by her side?

How long had it been since he was angered to this extent? His arms rippled and his claws broke through his skin. He growled.

Jason then left without saying a word. It was not until this moment that Grace's tensed body relaxed.

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When the doctor came to Grace for the daily checkup, he told her that she had recovered. The blood test showed that there was no remaining drug in her system.

"Can I be discharged now?" Grace asked.