Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 174

Grace reached out for her cellphone to look at the time. It was 3 a.m. and she could sleep for a few more hours.

Just as she was about to shut her eyes, she suddenly sat bolt upright. The next instant, she stared in disbelief, her eyes wide open.

A man was sitting by the dining table in her rental apartment, playing with the silver bracelet that had been in her pocket.

Under the light, the man looked like a painting that been drawn on a piece of rice paper. His brows were thick, and his nasal bridge was high. His lips were full, and he had a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes. When he curled his lips and looked at her, he seemed cold and aloof.

As he looked at her, Grace felt as if he was a mirage. Was she dreaming?

"Are you awake?" The man's voice broke the silence in the room.

Grace suddenly came to her senses and realized that she was not dreaming. Everything was real!

"You, who are you? Why are you in my apartment in the middle of the night?" Grace tried her best not to scream. She quietly stretched out her hand to pick up her cellphone so that she could call the police when the man was not watching her.

However, before she could get her hands on the cellphone, the man said, "If you're thinking of calling the police, you can forget about it. If I wanted to harm you, I would have done so while you were sleeping."

Grace froze at his words. The man seemed to have read her mind.