Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 74

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I recall the first time I encountered Grace.

Back then, I had just gotten off work and had noticed her squatting by the roadside. She had been continuously comforting a young girl who was bawling. She had sung and jumped, making all sorts of funny poses as if she did not care at all about the strange glances coming from the surrounding crowd.

Ultimately, she had succeeded and the little girl had stopped crying.

Then, she bought a pretzel for the little girl to eat on the spot. She called the police and waited there, intending to see if the little girl's family would come looking for her.

In the end, the police and the little girl's family did arrive.

The child had wandered off and gotten really lost, walking the city alone for hours. The parents were trainwrecks, crying and offering Grace their life savings for protecting and finding their daughter.

Grace had only laughed and refused to accept a penny from them.

When the parents had left with the little girl in their arms, she had stood studying the backs of the family with a content smile.

At that time, I felt as if his heart had been stolen straight out of my chest. It wasn’t just Grace’s beauty. But her kindness. Her gentility. The quiet way she made the world a little bit better.

I did not know if it was love at first sight but I knew that it was the first time in my life that I could ever imagine spending my life with someone. Starting a family.

“Grace,” I tell her softly. “There is so much more to you than a mistake in your past.”

Her eyes glisten with unshed tears.

“I’m not trying to upset you,” I say.