Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 276

Perhaps his gaze was so direct and unabashed that Grace could not help looking up at Jason. She asked him, "Aren't you going to eat?"

"I am. I just want to watch you eat for a while first. I find the food more appetizing when I watch you eat," he said.

"..." She suddenly felt speechless. What did he mean by that?

"Every time I watch you eat, the food looks more delicious," he muttered.

"That's because you've never tried being hungry," she said with a faint smile. "If you haven't eaten for days, even if it's just white rice in water, you'll find it delicious."

His eyes froze. "Have you ever been hungry?"

"Well, yes," she said lightly. What had been a matter of life and death back then seemed to turn into a casual topic right now.

His thin lips tightened. "Was it in prison?"

"Yes," she replied.

Then, neither of them spoke anymore. She lowered her head and continued eating while his eyes remained firmly fixed on her.

She was still wearing those cheap clothes today. She lowered her head with a few strands of hair by her cheek.

With her thin neck and thin body, she was now thinner than the photos in the data he had collected of her before she went to prison. She looked as if the wind would blow her away.

Now, she was eating with her head down. Every bite was taken with such earnestness.

It was her earnestness that made him feel sour and sad.

If he had known that he was going to meet her and end up caring for her, he would never have let her suffer in prison!