Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 118

Grace did not know how many times she had told the nice old woman from their neighborhood that Jay was not her boyfriend, but her "brother." However, when the old lady found out that there was no blood relationship between the two of them, she was still dead-set on treating them as a couple.

The old woman all but cackled at the absurdity. She said with a smile at that time, "Maybe not now. But, you will be in the future. What brother and sister? It's just a figure of speech. Your friendship now will be the basis of your relationship to grow from.”

That sounded pretty profound, maybe even something that her grandfather would say. He had been such a kind, wise man. But Grace couldn’t allow herself to hope for such things.

She stood to lose too much.

She could only hope that things would stay as they were with Jay. If they did, she would count herself lucky indeed.

As for Jay, when the old lady called him her “boyfriend,” he never protested or tried to argue that they were siblings, he would even respond with a smile.

Jason put Grace down on a stone bench in the small park, and then said, "It's colder today. I'll go get you more clothes to help you layer up."

“Mm. Okay,” she agreed.

When he came back with more clothes, he saw that the aunties in the community seemed to be surrounding her and talking to her. She then blushed and waved her hands repeatedly as if denying something.

Jason's footsteps could not help slowing down. He only felt that the blush on her cheeks was so cute, and it made her look adorable.

When the aunties saw him, they immediately left with grins on their faces. Before leaving, they even winked at Grace, which made her face even redder.

"What's wrong?" Jason walked up and wrapped another layer of clothing around her.

Her almond-shaped, jet-black eyes looked a little embarrassed and she bit her lower lip as she glanced up at him. He’d thought her adorable and she was, undeniably so, but she was beautiful too.

Radiant, even.

With something in her that just seemed to glow.

The old ladies had recognized it. Maybe on some instinctual level, he had too, when he first saw her that night on the street.

Grace was… good.

Her soul was kind and giving.

She was strong.

But not so strong as to be inflexible.

He marveled at her resilience and her ability to give. Despite everything that was taken from her, she continued to be generous to others.

And that was quite incredible, in his humble opinion.