Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 306

"It's all right. I'll find a job myself." She refused.

His eyes darkened, and the fingers that clung to her hands tightened slightly. "You don't like me helping you to find a job, Sis?"

Her body could not help but stiffen. It was as if her surroundings were filled with some kind of pressure.

"I want to find a job myself." She took a deep breath, her almond-shaped eyes meeting his dark gaze.

It would have been much easier for her if he found her a job. The job he would have given her would certainly be one that was easier and paid a lot more.

However, how long... would that last?

When he got tired of the game in the future and kicked her out, all she would have then would be nothing.

Or perhaps, in addition to this scruple, her refusal was to preserve what little self-respect she had left.

Yes. Now, the ordeal of life and the cruelty of reality continued to wear away her pride.

Once upon a time, it had been difficult for her to imagine what it was like to kneel to people, but in prison, she knelt to people more than once, ate food that was overturned on the ground, and had her head trampled by people with their feet...

Why talk about self-esteem when staying alive was hard enough?

Now, she, who was once proud, already had her self-esteem shattered.

She would like to keep what little self-esteem she had left.

The two looked at each other. Even the servant who had come with the medicine and gauze could feel the suffocating atmosphere in the air around them.