Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 295

She looked so tiny in the photo. Her chubby cheeks and thick black hair looked so cute.

Jason never knew he would look at a child and be mesmerized, but at the moment, he felt genuine love while looking at the little person in the photo. He even thought that if this little person appeared in the present in front of him right now, he might be tempted to hug and kiss her.

Was it because this was her as a child? Was that why he found her cute? He had never gotten this feeling when he looked at other kids.

Jason took out one photo after another.

The photos, which began with photos of Grace and her mother, then turned into her alone.

In the photos, she looked older than the photos of her with her mother. She looked about five to six years old here.

There were not many of these photos, at least not as many as there were of her with her mother.

"When my mother was alive, she liked to take photos with me, but after she died, I took fewer photos," Grace said wistfully while looking at the photos.

Only occasionally did she take a few, and most of them were photos of herself. She could not fit in with her father’s new family.

Suddenly, Jason's eyes narrowed sharply. His eyes were fixed on one of the photos, and he paused in his attempt to retrieve it from the burnt album.

"What's the matter?" Grace asked, confused.