Filthy rich werewolves novel Chapter 206

Grace hurriedly got down from the bed. “I’ll... go and wash up,” she muttered before rushing into the washroom.

Jason’s gaze darkened as he watched the back view of Grace running away.

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Inside the washroom, Grace looked at her blushing red face and sighed.

She could not bring herself to believe what Jason told her earlier. ‘I... pressed him down and kissed him?

‘How could such a thing happen!’

However, she hesitated. Was it truly impossible? Even she did not know what sort of things her drunk self would do.

‘If what Jason said is true, then I...’

The possibility of that gave her the urge to bury herself alive.

She hurriedly washed up and exited the washroom to find that Jay was still in her house.

Right now, he was sitting on a chair and gently sipping on a cup of water.

He was dressed in a well-tailored suit. He was a man with broad shoulders and a slim waistline. He had one strong leg crossed over the other. He had a handsome face with perfect features. When his eyelids lowered, those lashes fanned out. It was probably the only attribute that made him seem less threatening than he was known to be.

Such a person was enough to please the eyes even if he was merely sitting there. He looked like a beautifully painted portrait no matter what he did.

Grace chided herself inwardly once again. When Jay lived here with her in the past, she should have noticed that his every movement—the way he ate, his posture, and the subtle hint of his upbringing in his interactions— was not something a rogue or homeless wolf would have. The way he carried himself around other alphas and powerful packs, like he didn’t care about them at all.

She hesitated before replying, “I kept it.”

“Why didn’t you throw them away?”

“It's worth some money... I can still sell it as a second-hand item...”

Before she could finish her sentence, his face went completely dark. “You’re so capable of angering someone to death...”

Jason glared at Grace for a moment before saying, “Since you haven’t thrown it out, complete the gloves and give them to me.”

She was taken aback and stared blankly at him. He doesn’t have any need to put up a show in front of her anymore. That pair of gloves were knitted from threads of an old sweater. Why does he want it? What does he want from me?