Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine

Chapter 187

Chapter 187

"I'm only hoping that you can get the police to release them. This is a piece of cake for you," she

anxiously said.

"It is a piece of cake, but... so what?" He looked at her stoically, a stark contrast to her anxious

demeanor.

Her arms that were hanging by the sides of her body stiffened a little. She took a deep breath and

looked into his eyes. "What do you want to exchange before you release them?"

His gaze darkened as he put down the pen that was in his hand. He stood up and slowly approached

her.

He gently cupped her hands. "Sis, your hands are so cold." NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

Her body immediately stiffened. Her hands were indeed much colder when compared to his.

He looked down, took both her hands, and placed them on his palms. He slowly rubbed them, trying to

give her warmth with the friction.

He was doing it as if he was used to do it all the time. His eyes carried gentleness with a hint of caution

as if she was his precious person.

My God! What was she thinking! Grace immediately chided herself inwardly for thinking nonsense

when she heard his murmurs ringing in her ears once again.

"Sis, are your hands warmer now?"

“Um... yes, they are." She wanted to withdraw her hands from his grip, but he held them tightly in his.

"There's no rush. I'll rub them a little longer to make them warmer."

Grace was perplexed by the man in front of her. His current gentleness was a stark contrast from his

earlier aloofness and mockery. It was as if he was two different persons.

Her hands may be warmer now, but her heart was becoming more uneasy.

"What do you want before you let them go?" Grace could not help but ask once again.

"Sis, why did you suddenly change your mind and want to let them go?" He answered her question with

another question.

"My maternal grandmother has fallen ill and is hospitalized now. I do not want her to be worried about

these matters," she answered truthfully.

“Is that it? Looks like your grandmother holds an important position in your heart. For her sake, you're

willing to come here and beg me." His voice was so gentle, like a low-tone cello that was gently

strumming along.

Her senses were filled with his scent. Her blood seemed to all flow toward her hands that were being

warmed by him.

She missed this man.

She missed him terribly.

"What about me? What position do I hold in your heart, Sis?" He suddenly looked up. That pair of

beautiful eyes were now staring sternly at her as if trying to see through her.

She began to tremble as her almond eyes met his dark gaze.

Within his pupils, she could see her anxious look being reflected.

He bent down as his face inched closer to her. His warm breath blew against the skin of her face. "I

don't think I’m in the most important position. If I was, you wouldn't have left without any hesitation back

then. I guess I hold some insignificant position in your heart."

Her hands may still be warm, but her body was feeling colder by the second.

Grace remained stunned as she looked at this handsome face that was just inches away from her. The

expression on his face looked so gentle, even his actions of warming her hands were done so gently.

However, the gaze he held in his eyes was icy cold.

At that moment, she seemed to have understood something, but she was not ready to

give up yet. "Will you... let them go?"

"No." He gave a short answer.

She felt her heart falling deeper into the abyss. How could she forget? He is Alpha Jason Reed. He’s

never been rejected or denied anything.