Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine

Chapter 141

After Jason had squeezed out some toothpaste onto the toothbrush, he filled the cup with warm water

before placing it in her hand.

Grace blushed and had no idea how she had managed to brush her teeth a few moments later. She

was surrounded by his scent.

Jason took a towel and wet it under the warm running water.

"I can do it myself..." Grace said, biting her lips.

"Isn't it easier if I do it?" he asked.

Although what he said was true, they were standing too close to each other! His arms were on her

sides, and when he wet the towel and wrung it...

Grace lifted her eyes to look into the mirror.

All along, she had known that Jason was good-looking. However, his forehead was no longer covered

by the bangs, and he was in a suit, looking elegant. He seemed high up, beyond one's reach.

Grace hadn't noticed it in the past. Even Lina had reckoned that he was not a homeless person, but

she had insisted that he was in a similar situation to her and had kept him by her side.

"Was it because... I was feeling lonely?"

The reality was that Jason wasn't a homeless person, and was in fact someone of distinct status.

Grace could tell that his attire was expensive, and the doctors and nurses had treated him with great

respect.

"Sis, what are you thinking about?" Suddenly, her thoughts were cut off by his question.

She came to her senses and saw him looking at her in the mirror. Their eyes met and Grace froze. She

seemed trapped by his gaze.

"Sis, your face is red," Jason muttered. He lowered his body, his lips close to her cheek. Grace felt

tickled as his warm breath blew over her cheek and neck.

She blushed all the more.

"Why do you... still address me as sis?" She tried to look away from the mirror by lowering her eyelids.

"Don't you like me addressing you as sis?" he asked.

"You're not a homeless person... so you don't have to address me as your sister," she mumbled.

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Jason was silent and the atmosphere became suffocating.

The washroom was filled with only the sounds of running water as the two of them were not saying a

word.

"Are you angry with me for deceiving you?" Jason asked after some time.

Grace was unsure of her feelings about the deception. She detested people deceiving her, especially

when it had gone on for so long.

However, she had enjoyed the time that they had spent together, and it was like a dream. Moreover, if

he had not saved her, her life would have become like hell on earth.

After taking a deep breath, she lifted her head to look at him in the mirror and said, "Jay, I don't blame

you." She knew that from then on, he would no longer be her brother. The two of them were from

different worlds.

Jason knitted his brows. He should have felt happy when she said that she did not blame him.

However, he felt disturbed by her gaze.

She seemed to have alienated herself from him, and he did not like that feeling.