Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 182

"If it was her, she wouldn't have cried."

He had suddenly blurted out such a sentence, and she didn't know how to react for a second.

When her fear reached a certain level, she couldn't help but shout, "Who is it? Who is that woman?! Brian, the only person you love is 'her', right? But you'll never be able to get 'her'. If you don't care about other people's feelings, then sooner or later, 'she' will also stop caring about your feelings!"

Brian suddenly stopped and turned around. He stared at Emily with his sharp eyes. At that moment, there was a bone-chilling frost in his usually cold eyes. His wolf was close to the surface, but this woman, this human was not worth his time.

He only gave her a glance before turning to leave.

Emily suddenly fell to the ground.

Brian's gaze earlier made it seem as though he wanted to kill her.

She knew that she was completely doomed!

Grace walked out of the restaurant. After feeling the cold wind on her skin, the burning sensation on her cheek eased up a little.

Tonight had been a hot mess.

Seriously, she wished her life could be calm, boring even. Instead drama and heartache seemed to follow her at every turn.

She wished she could go home. Like it was when she had the love and support of her grandfather and when he still ruled his pack.

But even that had been taken from her.

And the people who were her blood family, they’d been nothing but treacherous.

Suddenly, her phone rang. It was a relative from her mother's hometown calling. My goodness, she’d only been just thinking of her family, and no sooner did a relative call.

When she picked up, the relative immediately told her that her grandma had been hospitalized.