Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 230

It felt like one of the ironies of life.

She did not speak a word but went over to the drawer. She took out the pair of gloves and handed them to him. "Here are your gloves, as agreed."

He studied the gloves carefully and tried them on. "They're quite good and warm, just like the scarf you knitted, Sis. It's also warm and comfortable to wear."

"You don't have to wear it. Others will look at it and feel it doesn't suit you," she said. His fine clothes only made the scarf look old, cheap, and rough. And that’s how his filthy rich associates would regard him. For any packs, they would think it ridiculous.

Wolves craved the cold.

“These don’t suit you, Jason.”

"Don't suit me?" He raised his eyebrows and chuckled. "Sis, to me, there's never the need for others to judge whether it suits me or not. It only matters if I feel good about it. Take this scarf for an instance. When I say it suits me, then it suits me!"

He then paused before feeling the scarf again. "What's more, Sis is the one who knitted it."

Her heart suddenly began beating violently. This was the kind of remark that if uttered by someone else, would only seem ridiculous, but when he said it, it seemed to be a fact.

His handsome face was full of earnestness.

It was as if this scarf she knitted was a priceless treasure.

"But Sis..." He took off the gloves he was trying on and randomly pulled a chair over to sit on. He smiled at her and said, "I never liked the same things as anyone else. Now that Sis has knitted a scarf and a pair of gloves for me, you can no longer knit these things for anyone else, understand?"