Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 274

However, he refused to listen. Instead, he pulled her hand closer and looked down at the faint bruising on the back of her hand.

Then, he brought the back of her hand close to his lips and gave it a gentle puff.

Grace gasped, only to see Jason blowing it seriously with his head low.

"It won't hurt so much after I blow it," he muttered. Then, he gently rubbed the bruise on the back of her hand with his fingertips, blowing and rubbing with a focused gaze.

Grace felt as though her heart was beating very violently at the moment, and her throat seemed to be so jammed that she could not say a word.

If it was Jason who did this, she would think she had a caring brother, but it was Jason... She was overwhelmed.

As for Jason's bodyguard who was standing behind him, his eyes widened at the sight of this. When… had he ever seen Young Master Reed treat a woman like that?

Perhaps it would not be long before the entire Emerald City would know her name!

"Feeling any better?" A gentle magnetic voice rang.

"It's... better," Grace said, trying to withdraw her hand for the third time.

However, his fingers were firmly around her wrist. He carefully avoided the bruise on the back of her hand. "Be good if you know it hurts, or I'll hurt you again if I'm not careful."

Grace's face flushed a little. His voice sounded as though it carried some ambiguous feelings.

Therefore, she could only be led by him to his Bentley.

The driver opened the door respectfully, and Jason and Grace got on.