Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 141

After Jason had squeezed out some toothpaste onto the toothbrush, he filled the cup with warm water before placing it in her hand.

Grace blushed and had no idea how she had managed to brush her teeth a few moments later. She was surrounded by his scent.

Jason took a towel and wet it under the warm running water.

"I can do it myself..." Grace said, biting her lips.

"Isn't it easier if I do it?" he asked.

Although what he said was true, they were standing too close to each other! His arms were on her sides, and when he wet the towel and wrung it...

Grace lifted her eyes to look into the mirror.

All along, she had known that Jason was good-looking. However, his forehead was no longer covered by the bangs, and he was in a suit, looking elegant. He seemed high up, beyond one's reach.

Grace hadn't noticed it in the past. Even Lina had reckoned that he was not a homeless person, but she had insisted that he was in a similar situation to her and had kept him by her side.

"Was it because... I was feeling lonely?"

The reality was that Jason wasn't a homeless person, and was in fact someone of distinct status.

Grace could tell that his attire was expensive, and the doctors and nurses had treated him with great respect.

"Sis, what are you thinking about?" Suddenly, her thoughts were cut off by his question.