Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 254

Grace thought to herself as she crept up to the bedside table, only to be shocked when her eyes fell on the picture frame on it. She stared at the picture with her almond-shaped eyes wide in disbelief.

It was a picture of her!

The problem was that she did not remember ever taking a picture like this, and if she looked at her eyes in the picture, they were not facing the camera.

Who took this picture? Why was it here? Whose room was this...

Click.

Someone pushed open the door of the room and Grace looked up. It was Jason.

"Well, looks like Sis already knows that the two rooms interconnect with each other without me telling you." Jason walked forward with a smile. His eyes were on the picture frame Grace was holding in her hand. "What do you think of this picture?"

"How come there's a picture of me here?" she asked.

"I was the one who took it, of course," he said, taking the frame out of her hand and putting it back on the bedside table. “I miss you so much when I can't see you."

His tone slightly raised at the end of the sentence. There was a hint of ambiguity.

As if thinking of something, she suddenly said, "Is this your room?"

"It's my room." He nodded.

Grace bit her lip. "In that case... Get me another room."

"Why? Didn't you say you can take any room? Why does Sis mind now when one of us has slept on the bed while the other one slept below the bed? There wasn’t even a door in between us,” Jason said.