Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine

Chapter 167

Chapter 167

Grace returned to the rental apartment in a state of embarrassment. It had only been a few days since

she left and it felt like she’d experienced a whole lifetime in that period.

She studied the cramped rental apartment and shivered from the chilliness in the air. Grace could not

help smiling wryly. From now on, she’d stay here alone once again. No one would accompany her and

talk to her in the still of the night. Moreover, no one would smile as they called her ‘Sister.'

She grabbed a set of fresh clothes and washed away her shame before starting to tidy up the house.

Although Jason was here for only a short time, there are so many traces of him. The cutlery, towel, and

toothbrush he was using as well as the clothes and shoes he wore…

The blanket beside the bed.

She cleared up everything and placed them all in a cardboard box.

She should have thrown them away but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She treasured the days she

spent with him, and didn’t want to erase all the memories.

But the Jay she knew…

He was just an illusion.

A fake.

But her feelings were real.

Grace finally picked up the half-knitted gloves she had placed by her headboard. She played with the

yarn. She would never have the opportunity to finish these gloves.

She put the gloves as well as the needles and yarn into the cardboard box. She then took some tape to

seal the box, placing it in a corner of the house.

"I'll still be living by myself in the future. Jason is nothing but a man from my dreams," Grace told

herself softly.

At night, she did not turn off the lights and slept with them on. Back when she left prison and didn't

have Jason, she would keep the lights on when she went to sleep because the darkness reminded her

of when she was in jail. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

But then, Jason lived with her. And the fears subsided. His strength and support let her sleep. But that

sense of safety was gone, and she wondered if she’d ever find it again.

It wasn’t likely.

Grace gave Lina a call to inform her good friend that she had returned home.

"Will you be at the apartment tomorrow? I'll come and find you," Lina said.

"Yes, I'll be here," she replied. "It seems that other than the apartment, I have nowhere else I can go."

Grace was unable to sleep for the entire night. Whenever she shut her eyes, she could only see

Jason's face and the scent of blood was still lingering in her mouth, unwilling to disappear.

She felt different. Restless.

And howls of pain and rage invaded her dreams.

Eva?

It had been so long. She didn’t think her wolf would ever return to her.

But there was a hint of … something.

Not quite her wolf’s spirit or thoughts or even her low grumbles.

It was just a feeling.

“Wherever you are,” she whispered. “Eva, please come back to me.”

She didn’t want to be alone.

The next day, Lina arrived at the rental apartment and when she noticed Grace's tired appearance, she

hurriedly asked, "I only saw the news this morning. Were you surrounded at the hospital entrance when

you tried to leave yesterday? Are you hurt?"

Grace shook her head and replied, "I was only a bit embarrassed, but not hurt."

Lina was angry and distraught when she saw the self-deprecating expression on her friend's face. "I'm

angry that those people who surrounded and scolded her knew nothing about the incident, and yet they

treated an innocent woman like that. I'm distraught that my friend clearly had not been drinking but she

was indicted on a charge of driving under the influence."