Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 308

He paused slightly as he caressed her fingertips. "Why do you want to go back so soon?"

"I've recovered from my injury. There's no reason for me to live here anymore." She bit her lip slightly.

"Do you want to get out of here?" His face grew cold.

"Yes." She nodded.

"Are you that desperate to stay away from me?" Even his voice had grown cold.

"I'm used to being alone," she said.

He gave a sudden sneer. "Used to being alone? If that's the case, why did you take me home in the first place? It was you who said that you're too lonely, so you wanted someone to accompany you. It was also you who said you want to be with me and want us to rely on each other. Have you forgotten all this?"

Her eyelashes quivered a little. How could she have forgotten that? However, it was all a joke now.

She was silent, and he looked at her steadily. The suffocating pressure was in the air again.

Suddenly, his voice rang in her ears once again. "You said you want to leave because your wound has more or less healed, right? Does that mean if you were hurt, you would be willing to stay here?"

Startled, she raised her head suddenly and stared at him.

However, he leaned forward in a flash. With his hand on the back of her head, his thin lips were instantly glued to her red lips.

She felt his breath filling the tip of her nose, and before she knew it, the kiss had begun.