Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 207

He watched her blank stare and added, “Consider it as your thank you gift for me releasing those splendid relatives of yours.”

She looked embarrassed. “But I no longer have the measurements.” Back then, she had used a measuring tape to measure the size of his hands.

Later, she had no plans of completing the gloves so she threw the paper which recorded those measurements.

“If you’ve lost the measurements, then measure again,” he said directly.

She had no choice but to take out the measuring tape, sit next to him, and measure the size of his hands.

Of course, it was unavoidable for her to be in contact with his hands.

Each time the tip of her fingers came in contact with his, she would be careful to avoid touching him as much as she could. She would even carefully hold the measuring tape with two fingers at the edge to carefully measure.

He chuckled at her actions. “Yesterday you were so bold to hug and kiss me, but now it’s as if you’re not willing to touch me at all. Why? Is touching me such a difficult thing for you to do?”

Grace’s face reddened again. “I... I was drunk at that time...”

“So you mean to say that you’re not willing to come in contact with me when you’re sober?” he stared at her as he asked.

She paused for a moment and looked into his eyes which seemed to have some hints of mockery. She did not know what to say at that moment.

As for him, he closed his eyes to cover up the shine on his eyes.

He was going to need to shift and to run.

Because by the gods, this female was going to be the death of him!

“Sis, one day, I will make you touch me willingly. Right now, I will not force you to stay by my side. However, you best believe me. One day, you will beg to stay with me.”

They were people from different worlds. Furthermore... Jason, these three words... They represent immeasurable pain for me.