Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 187

"I'm only hoping that you can get the police to release them. This is a piece of cake for you," she anxiously said.

"It is a piece of cake, but... so what?" He looked at her stoically, a stark contrast to her anxious demeanor.

Her arms that were hanging by the sides of her body stiffened a little. She took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. "What do you want to exchange before you release them?"

His gaze darkened as he put down the pen that was in his hand. He stood up and slowly approached her.

He gently cupped her hands. "Sis, your hands are so cold."

Her body immediately stiffened. Her hands were indeed much colder when compared to his.

He looked down, took both her hands, and placed them on his palms. He slowly rubbed them, trying to give her warmth with the friction.

He was doing it as if he was used to do it all the time. His eyes carried gentleness with a hint of caution as if she was his precious person.

My God! What was she thinking! Grace immediately chided herself inwardly for thinking nonsense when she heard his murmurs ringing in her ears once again.

"Sis, are your hands warmer now?"

“Um... yes, they are." She wanted to withdraw her hands from his grip, but he held them tightly in his.

"There's no rush. I'll rub them a little longer to make them warmer."

Grace was perplexed by the man in front of her. His current gentleness was a stark contrast from his earlier aloofness and mockery. It was as if he was two different persons.

Her hands may be warmer now, but her heart was becoming more uneasy.

"What do you want before you let them go?" Grace could not help but ask once again.