Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 134

People can't help but want to protect her at all costs.

Too many people call me cruel and cold-blooded, and yet they would never expect that I want to protect her.

"It's okay. The thing you feared would happen didn't happen last night. When I rushed over, it was just in time," Jason said.

It really is him... who saved me!

Grace raised her head and dazedly stared at the face that was inches away from her. "But why did you go there to save me?" She thought to herself, "He didn't even come with me to town yesterday!"

"Sister, did you forget? You called me and I rescued you," he replied with a faint smile. "Luckily, I got there in time."

After only a phone call, he was able to travel more than a hundred kilometers just in time to save me?!

Grace felt an indescribable shock coursing through her heart.

He spoke as he carried her to the bed and carefully tucked her under the covers. "Your hand was cut by the mirror shard. It'll probably take a few days for it to heal. If there's a scar, I'll find the best doctors to remove it for you."

Only then did Grace notice that her right hand was bandaged in a layer of gauze. She had been so distracted by the many shocking revelations that she had not realized that there was a dull pain in her right hand.

And scars? She was covered in them.

Scars from prison. From being accosted on the street. From old enemies trying to hurt her at every opportunity.

Oh Eva! Where are you!?

If I had my wolf, I would be able to defend myself!

”How much of yesterday do you remember, Sister?" Jason asked with a serious expression.