Chapter 295

A muffled breath seemed to clog his chest; he couldn't expel or swallow it. Since when had he been unable to bear seeing a woman worried and afraid? She seemed to be the only one who affected him this way.

Jason heaved a sigh, sounding more like a helpless compromise. He took out his phone and called. "Help me find someone. I need to know their location and safety… Her name is Lina Sweeney. She was taken away in a car this afternoon. The car is…"

He held out the phone to Grace, beckoning her to speak.

Grace shuddered and quickly said, "It's a black Maybach, and the license plate number is…"

She rapidly relayed the numbers she remembered, the parking lot address, the time of the incident, and other details.

After Grace finished, Jason said into the phone, "That's all. I want to know this person's location as soon as possible!"

Ending the call, Jason looked at Grace. "All right. Can we go back now?"

She walked with him to his car. He opened the passenger door. Once she was seated, he leaned down.

She startled, her body stiffening. She saw only his upper body leaning toward her. His handsome face drew closer, close enough for her to feel his breath.

Bewildered, she looked at him. Up close, she saw his long lashes and ink-black pupils, the straight line of his nose, even the tiny hairs on his forehead…

Below the bridge of his nose were his lips—undeniably beautiful. His upper lip was slightly thin, yet vaguely sensual. When his lips were tightly closed, they conveyed a sense of intensity. However, a slight upward curve revealed a captivating smile.

Who would have thought that this man, reputed as Emerald City's most formidable figure, could evoke such a pure and beautiful feeling when he laughed?

Grace's gaze remained fixed on Jason's lips until the seatbelt clicked. She realized he was fastening it.

"Thank you…" she murmured, slightly embarrassed.

He remained in his position, gazing at her with bright eyes. "What were you thinking, looking at me so intently?"

His breath, fragrant like orchids, sprinkled her face, causing her to blush.

What was she thinking? Should she tell him she found his smile attractive?

She lowered her eyes, avoiding his gaze. The next moment, his fingers caressed her lips—precisely where he had bitten her.

"It should be alright in a few days. Will you blame me for biting you?" he murmured.

"…Thank you," she said.

"For biting you?" A hint of amusement colored his voice.

"No, thank you for helping me find Lina." She took a deep breath, looked up, and met his eyes.