Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 167

Grace returned to the rental apartment in a state of embarrassment. It had only been a few days since she left and it felt like she’d experienced a whole lifetime in that period.

She studied the cramped rental apartment and shivered from the chilliness in the air. Grace could not help smiling wryly. From now on, she’d stay here alone once again. No one would accompany her and talk to her in the still of the night. Moreover, no one would smile as they called her ‘Sister.'

She grabbed a set of fresh clothes and washed away her shame before starting to tidy up the house.

Although Jason was here for only a short time, there are so many traces of him. The cutlery, towel, and toothbrush he was using as well as the clothes and shoes he wore…

The blanket beside the bed.

She cleared up everything and placed them all in a cardboard box.

She should have thrown them away but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She treasured the days she spent with him, and didn’t want to erase all the memories.

But the Jay she knew…

He was just an illusion.

A fake.

But her feelings were real.

Grace finally picked up the half-knitted gloves she had placed by her headboard. She played with the yarn. She would never have the opportunity to finish these gloves.

She put the gloves as well as the needles and yarn into the cardboard box. She then took some tape to seal the box, placing it in a corner of the house.

"I'll still be living by myself in the future. Jason is nothing but a man from my dreams," Grace told herself softly.

At night, she did not turn off the lights and slept with them on. Back when she left prison and didn't have Jason, she would keep the lights on when she went to sleep because the darkness reminded her of when she was in jail.

But then, Jason lived with her. And the fears subsided. His strength and support let her sleep. But that sense of safety was gone, and she wondered if she’d ever find it again.