Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 133

"But... you're wearing..."

Only then did he realize that the outfit he was wearing was the same one that he had worn the day before for dinner with his grandfather.

"If I were the Jay she knows, I wouldn't be able to afford to wear things like this.

"However, after all that we went through last night, I don't wish to conceal my identity anymore. After all, I'll have to tell her who I really am sooner or later. If I do it now, it'll just be a bit sooner than originally planned.

"And once she knows my real identity, it'll be easier for me to take her under my wing."

"Even if I'm dressed differently, I'm still Jay, right?" he asked with a faint smile as he looked at her.

At that moment, even if Grace had been an idiot, she would have been able to sense that something was wrong. She realized that there were some things that were not as she had originally imagined.

"You're not a homeless pack outcast?"

"I'm not," he confessed.

"Then... why did you pretend to be a homeless person?" A feeling of having been deceived rose within her and she glared at him. Her two hands clenched tightly to the bedding covering her and her fingers trembled slightly.

"The younger brother who I thought was innocent and had no one to depend on is not at all what I thought. It had been my own wishful thinking from start to end.

"t's just as Lina said. I knew nothing of him and yet I rashly brought him back home.

And if he isn't really a homeless person, why was he staying with me in that cramped rental apartment? What do the days that we spent living together mean to him?