Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 200

She completed her sentence in broken pieces.

“I will,” he replied. After all, he had promised her. Since he had seen how she looked like when drunk, then he should fulfill her wishes to let those people go.”

He took the glass from her hand and drank from it.

She must be very drunk. Otherwise, she would not have called him ‘Jay’ again.

He just never realized how much he enjoyed hearing her call him ‘Jay’. The way she gently called him ‘Jay’ made him feel that someone was watching and waiting for him within the darkness that shrouded him.

His feelings toward this female were…complicated.

She smiled again in an extremely sweet manner. Then, she slumped against him as if she had completed her mission. Her arms curled around his neck. “Jason, I’m... I’m so sleepy. I feel like... sleeping...”

She mumbled before she fell asleep in his arms.

He looked down at the sleeping beauty in his arms.

When she was sober, she would always be so alert against him. Now that she was asleep, her guard against him could be let down.

“Sis, you look much cuter when you’re drunk,” he mumbled as he lifted his hand to sweep away the stray hairs on her forehead.

Her cheeks were flushed from all the wine she drank. Her eyes were shut, but it emphasized her curved lashes, tiny nose, and supple lips. She looked so attractive right now.

His heart wanted to prove that as it thumped faster.

Jason lowered his eyelids slightly before he reached for his jacket that was placed aside. He draped it over her body. He then carried her and left the room.

Don’t tell me that Jason is carrying Grace?!