Chapter 298

He was naked from the waist up!

"You" Her face flushed, her eyes remained closed. She dared not open them, fearing she would see something she shouldn't.

"Won't you open your eyes, Sis?" His breath was fragrant, like an orchid, his murmur a deep enchantment.

Grace kept her eyes closed, blushing. "Quickly change your clothes!" she urged.

"I'd rather you look at me," he said. "Besides, I did you a favor today. Won't you even look at me, Sis?"

Grace stiffened, unconsciously biting her lip. A soft cry escaped her as she touched the spot where he had bitten her. She heard his low chuckle in her ear, then felt his fingers stroking her lips. "You know what? You looked so cute just now."

Cute?

Before she could react, she felt pressure on her lips—soft, warm. His lips. He was kissing her!

Grace immediately opened her eyes, staring at the face before her. They were so close she couldn't see his whole face, only his bright eyes, like blooming peach blossoms—beautiful, captivating.

"Umm" She subconsciously tried to speak, but it only deepened the kiss.

Grace passively accepted the kiss, her hands resting against his chest, burning as if on fire.

After a while, the kiss ended. Grace panted, blushing. Jason was calm, even smirking slightly. "Is this how I get you to look at me?"

She choked. His words were ambiguous, leaving her speechless.

She was about to close her eyes again when he said, "I helped you, and you won't even look at me?"

She pursed her burning lips. "Get dressed, and I'll look at you."

"I like you looking at me this way, Sis," he murmured, as if displaying his best side. "It's as if I'm the only one in your eyes."

Grace stared at the man before her. Others, seeing a man like him, might find it hard to look at anyone else. His lean figure, now visible without his jacket, was striking, but the scar on his chest held her in a trance.

She'd seen the scar before, in the rented house, but when she'd asked about it, he'd only said, "It's just a small injury." Even now, lighter than before, it looked anything but a "small injury."

He suddenly took her hand and placed it on his scar.

Shocked, she instinctively tried to pull away, but his fingers were like steel, gripping her hand, forcing it against the scar.

"Weren't you looking at the scar?" he said.

"No Let go of my hand," Grace said quickly.