The Real Heiress Rules the World
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Chapter 148 Wanting to See Her
Chapter 148 Wanting to See Her
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Lucas rubbed at his brow, trying to redirect his thoughts back to work, but Sloane’s smiling face kept shing through his mind.
“Unbelievable…” he muttered under his breath, grabbing the nearest document to force his focus back to the current deal.
Meanwhile, Sloane had originally nned to borrow a few books from Mr. Jordan, but happened to catch him in the middle of an experiment.
After several repeated failures, she casually offered her thoughts–and to Mr. Jordan, it was like a bolt of lightning from the heavens. Her words connected all the dots for him in an instant.
In the end, Mr. Jordan dragged her into theb and had her helping him until past ten before reluctantly letting her go.
By the time Sloane returned to her apartment, she waspletely exhausted. What she didn’t expect was to find Lucas waiting outside her door.
Startled, she gasped, “Lucas? What are you doing here?”
He’d been standing outside the entire evening, but now that she was face to face with him, he found himself speechless.
Seeing him remain quiet, Sloane frowned and stepped forward, grabbing his wrist without hesitation. “Are you feeling unwell?”
Lucas was stunned by her sudden gesture. His arm tensed slightly but he didn’t pull away. He lowered his gaze to the girl examining his pulse, a strange emotion welling up inside him.
Her fingertips were cool, her expression calm and focused as they rested gently against his
skin.
“I’m fine,” he murmured, his voice soft–softer than he realized.
Sloane looked up at him, brows still furrowed. “Your pulse is stable, but your face says otherwise. You’ve probably been overworking again.”
She let go of his hand and turned to unlock the door. “Come in. We’ll talk inside.”
Lucas, no stranger to her apartment, walked in and easily found the disposable slippers in her
shoe cab.
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Sloane went into the kitchen and returned with two cups of steaming tea. Handing one to him, she said, “It’s my own calming blend. Drink it and you’ll sleep like a baby tonight.”
Lucas took the cup. His fingers brushed against hers, sending a ripple through his chest. He quietly thanked her and took a sip. The warmth of the tea flowed smoothly down his throat, soothing something much deeper than just his body.
Sloane slumped onto the couch, rubbing her aching shoulders before closing her eyes in exhaustion.
Lucas looked at her and couldn’t help asking, “What kept you sote tonight?”
Sloane opened her eyes and briefly exined the experiment with Mr. Jordan.
They chatted idly for a bit until she nced at the clock–it waste. “You should just stay here tonight. The guest room’s always kept clean.”
Lucas blinked, surprised. Then he nodded. “Okay.”
Sloane got up and brought him a fresh towel and toiletries. Yawning, she added, “I’m too tired to keep my eyes open. You make yourself at home.”
Lucas noticed the faint tear tracks near the corners of her eyes and felt a sharp pang in his chest. He said softly, “Go on. Rest. I’ll be fine.”
Sloane gave a drowsy nod and trudged off to her room.
After washing up, Lucasy in the guest room, but no matter how he turned, sleep wouldn’t
His mind kept reying memories–of when they first met, how she barged in and forced him to discuss a deal…
Of how focused she was while treating his poison…
And of her curling into a ball in her sleep, whispering in fear, trapped in nightmares.
That night he’d identally seen her gued by sleep terrors–it hadn’t seemed like a one–off. The more he thought about it, the more convinced he became that the root of her nightmaresy in the years she spent locked away in that asylum.
The thought made his blood boil. His hands clenched the edges of the nket, knuckles white from strain.
The hell she suffered in the Rivers family… those years trapped in darkness…
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Lucas wished he could rip the entire Rivers family to pieces.
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Chapter 149 A Ploy of Self–Pity?