Chapter 361

After a long while, she heard him sigh, then straighten his back. His mesmerizing eyes met hers, helpless. "It's only you," he said. Only her. She was the only one he longed for. She was the only one who could render him helpless after rejection. He seemed to be losing himself in her presence.

"Help me dry my hair," he said, handing her the towel he'd intended to use.

She stared at him in shock as he lowered his head.

"What's wrong? Didn't you always dry my hair when we were in the rented house?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Things were vastly different now. Grace pressed her lips together, then began drying his hair. The towel partially covering his face made her slightly more relaxed.

He was like an obedient puppy, allowing her to tend to him. A strange feeling washed over Grace. She felt like his ruler, and he was bowing before her.

She stifled a laugh. Why did she think that? She was probably just an ant compared to Jason; he could crush her if he chose. Was this illusion caused by his docility?

After a long while, she removed the towel. "I'm done."

His hair was messy, his bangs obscuring his forehead and half his eyes. Grace felt like she was seeing the Jason of old. Those black eyes, hidden behind his bangs, stared intently, as if trying to absorb everyone's soul unnoticed. One longed to see his true face.

Grace reached out and pushed aside his bangs, seeing eyes that were cold, flirtatious, and possessed an unforgettable purity and beauty. A rare gentleness shone in those eyes that were fixed on her, as if she were the most important person in the world.

Grace quivered, snapping back to reality. As she pulled her hand away, Jason caught it and placed it on his cheek.

"What's wrong? Don't you like my face? Didn't you say I looked very handsome, and you'd never tire of looking at me?" he murmured, his voice hoarse. He rubbed his face against her hand, seeming to yearn for her.

Grace desperately wanted to retract her earlier compliment. Her face flushed. She turned away, feeling increasingly uneasy under his gaze. Her eyes fell on an empty bowl on his desk, still showing black and brown residue.

"You took Chinese medicine?" Grace asked, looking at him oddly.

"Yeah," he replied briefly.

"Are you sick?"

"It's for my stomach. Didn't you say I should take care of myself, Sis? I listened," he replied with a pleased smile, as if seeking praise.

Grace hesitated. Should she pat his head?

"Um… That's good," she said after a long pause.