Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine

Chapter 152

"If you wish to put me on a pedestal and then let me fall, you don't have to go through so much trouble. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

I'm already miserable. I'm just a sanitation worker with little money to my name and I was kicked out of

my pack. I no longer have my wolf. Or do you want me to kneel before Jennifer Atkinson's grave and

ask for forgiveness? Or do you want me to take my life, a life for a life..."

"Enough!" he interrupted her. She would rather believe I did these things to avenge Jennifer Atkinson and not the fact that I like spending time with her? He then continued, "Listen to me. Jennifer Atkinson

is not worth me doing such things. All you have to do is stay by my side."

As he spoke, he lowered his head to look at her hands that were clasped in his. Although he’d spent

half a day rubbing her hands, they are still very cold.

"I know I lost my temper just now.” It seems as if she can always trigger my emotions easily. “What we

have is good, Grace. I think you should rest well tonight. Don't say such silly things in the future." Once

Jason was done talking, he left the room.

Only Grace was left in the spacious patient ward.

Grace bowed her head and stared fixedly at her trembling hands. Am I scared? I'm scared of Jason

and afraid of what will happen to me.

Surely it doesn't mean that it will be as he said; that I stay by his side? But... can I live through that? All

the pain I endured in prison, my near-death experience in there, and those nightmarish three years

were all because of him.

Because of my past, my heart fills with fear and terror whenever I see him.

Just now, when he was rubbing my hands, they couldn't be warmed because the moment his hands

touched mine, it was as if my entire body was in an ice cellar. It was bone-piercingly cold.

Why is Jay and Jason the same person?

Why is he Jason, the one man who I imagined I could rely upon for the rest of my life?

Why? Why?

Grace questioned herself repeatedly as she tried to hold back the tears, but they flowed freely down

her cheeks and acted as a catharsis.

Meeting Jay was like a fantastic dream and now, she had finally woken up from that dream.

But his game is still continuing…