Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine

Chapter 343

Grace's first reaction was that Jason would go after the small restaurant. An up-and-coming company

that others said had a bright future was currently in doubt and would probably be rid of, not to mention

a small restaurant.

"I... I hadn't thought of it that way," she muttered. She did not want anything to happen to Kyla's small

restaurant because of her. After all, she could see that Kyla was a nice person. With a deaf son, she

must be heavily burdened.

"It's best if you hadn't. You can stay here in peace," Jason said with a smile.

Grace pressed her lips together and said nothing.

Jason took Grace's hands and pressed her palms against his cheeks. "Since you're determined to find

your own job, have it your way, but no matter how late you come back every night, you must bid me

good night, all right?"

She was surprised that he would make such a request.

Bid him good night... That was what she used to say to him every night in the rental house. He was her

family back then, someone she thought she could depend on.

Were... they still family now?

His cheeks rubbed against her palms. He closed his eyes gently and smiled. It was as if he was in

perfect comfort.

She only felt her palms getting hotter and hotter until they were burning hot...

...

Grace took her credentials the next day and went to the small restaurant as agreed. Kyla Corbyn

checked Grace in, briefed her, and assigned her an electric bike.

"You can ride this to and from work. By the way, do you know how to ride this?" Kyla Corbyn suddenly

thought of this question.

"Yes, I've ridden it before, but I haven't ridden it for years. After a little practice, I should be able to ride

it," Grace said truthfully.

"Then you can practice later," said Kyla Corbyn. "You know that you've got into a car accident before,

so you need to be careful when you're riding the electric bike. Don't go over the speed limit or anything

just because you want to be fast. It's all right if you're late. Better safe than sorry. It's for the benefit of

you and the others."

Grace responded by telling Kyla Corbyn, "Yes, I know. I'll be careful not to speed."

Kyla Corbyn smiled. "Well, that's it. Your salary will be paid on the 15th of every month. I'll pay you

basic Social Security. You can ask me if you have any questions."

"All right," said Grace. Suddenly, she felt something clinging to her leg.

She looked down and saw a young beautiful face.

Grace remembered that Kyla called the child ‘Nelson’ yesterday. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

"Come here, Nelson," Kyla Corbyn said to the little one as she gestured.

However, the little one held on to Grace's legs and looked up at Grace curiously, ignoring his mother.

Kyla Corbyn stepped forward, intending to pull her son away.