Chapter 384

Dark hair, moon-white skin, and a sleek neck. From her line of vision, she saw the shape of one of his ears and the profile of his face. She couldn't take her eyes off him. She even thought his ears were better-shaped than the average man's.

When he straightened and turned to face her, her heart leaped. In the moonlight, his eyes were like peach blossom petals falling on a lake, creating silver ripples. His lips moved, their subtle movements stirring her heart. In that moment, the world disappeared; she saw only him.

His face drew closer. His features were exquisite, a masterpiece of divine creation.

“What happened?” His voice reached her ears.

She shuddered, returning to her senses, realizing she'd fallen into a trance.

“No… nothing,” Grace said quickly.

“If there’s nothing else, we can go back now. You can visit your mother whenever you want. Even if your father finds out she's buried here, he won't be able to move her ashes,” Jason said.

He offered her his hand. She hesitated before placing hers in his. “Thank you.”

It was her second thank you that evening; the first was for helping her find her mother's casket, this time for helping her bury her.

“If you really want to thank me, you might as well like me more,” he said.

Stunned, her face flushed. Head down, she followed him out of the cemetery.

In the car, Grace watched the cemetery recede. The burden on her heart lifted. This would be her mother's final resting place, safe from her father's interference. It was all thanks to Jason.

Despite her desire to keep her distance, she continually owed him favors. He'd said he wanted her to like him more. How serious was his affection? Could she overcome the fear and trauma of his three years in prison? Could she allow herself to like him?

Grace looked at Jason.

“What’s the matter? Why are you looking at me like that?” His beautiful, amorous eyes tilted towards her.

“No… nothing,” she stammered, her heart racing uncontrollably under his gaze. Subconsciously, she wanted to look away.

“Are you really all right?” He leaned closer, his long fingers cupping her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “You look conflicted. Why? What did I do?”