Chapter 230It felt like one of the ironies of life.
She did not speak a word but went over to the drawer. She took out the pair of gloves and handed
them to him. "Here are your gloves, as agreed."
He studied the gloves carefully and tried them on. "They're quite good and warm, just like the scarf you
knitted, Sis. It's also warm and comfortable to wear."
"You don't have to wear it. Others will look at it and feel it doesn't suit you," she said. His fine clothes
only made the scarf look old, cheap, and rough. And that’s how his filthy rich associates would regard
him. For any packs, they would think it ridiculous.
Wolves craved the cold.
“These don’t suit you, Jason.”
"Don't suit me?" He raised his eyebrows and chuckled. "Sis, to me, there's never the need for others to
judge whether it suits me or not. It only matters if I feel good about it. Take this scarf for an instance.
When I say it suits me, then it suits me!"
He then paused before feeling the scarf again. "What's more, Sis is the one who knitted it."
Her heart suddenly began beating violently. This was the kind of remark that if uttered by someone
else, would only seem ridiculous, but when he said it, it seemed to be a fact.
His handsome face was full of earnestness.
It was as if this scarf she knitted was a priceless treasure."But Sis..." He took off the gloves he was trying on and randomly pulled a chair over to sit on. He
smiled at her and said, "I never liked the same things as anyone else. Now that Sis has knitted a scarf
noveldramaand a pair of gloves for me, you can no longer knit these things for anyone else, understand?"
His smile looked so pure and clear, just like the sunshine in the early morning. People could not help
but love such a smile. However, his words made her heart ache.
Was that a warning?
He was warning her not to knit scarves and gloves for anyone in the future.
But she knew he wasn’t just talking about scarves.