Chapter 179

A knock came at the private room door.

Jason said, "Come in."

The door opened, revealing the manager and several waiters carrying dishes. Grace tried to pull her hands away, but Jason held them firmly. "Don't move," he said. "They're still cold."

The manager and waiters stared at their intertwined hands, causing Grace's face to flush. Jason continued warming her hands, seemingly oblivious to their presence.

Is this really Young Master Reed? she thought. The legendary Young Master Reed who throws women into the streets for daring to seduce him? They say he has no interest in women, yet he's being so gentle with such a plain-looking woman!

The scene was shocking. The manager quickly recovered, clearing his throat and urging the waiters to set down the dishes and leave. He carefully closed the door behind them.

"Manager," someone whispered, "are we hallucinating? Who is that woman?"

The manager replied solemnly, "That woman may become this city's future owner." The woman Jason chose would be someone to be reckoned with.

Silence returned to the private room. Once Grace's hands were warm, she felt her face burning.

"Alright, let's eat while it's hot," Jason said, sitting beside her and serving her food.

Grace ate, but her gaze kept drifting to Jason. Finally, she mustered the courage to ask, "Um will you release my relatives?"

"It seems you sincerely want me to release your relatives."

It was for her grandmother! Grace looked directly into his eyes. "Will you?"

His dark eyes studied her. She seemed thinner, her chin sharper, her brows slightly downturned, but her almond-shaped eyes appeared larger. Her face was so small he could cover it with one hand. Her gaze held expectation and longing, making her look like a small animal tugging at the heartstrings.

He disliked small animals, yet she seemed an exception.

He reached for a wine glass, poured some red wine, and placed it before her. "How about some wine?"

"Wine?" she asked, surprised.

"Yes, let's drink some wine. I want to see how you look when you drink," he said with a slight smile.

Grace hesitated. Her alcohol tolerance was low; she might get very drunk and lose control.

"How how many glasses?" she asked.