Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 892:

Pattie coughed, suddenly aware of Maxwell’s presence.

Her eyes darted to him, but his expression remained unreadable as he sipped his wine, his posture relaxed yet alert. Breathing a quiet sigh of relief, she realized she had nearly let slip the open secret of Maia and Chris’s bond. Chris said nothing, his focus on Maia as he deftly placed a slice of tender beef onto her plate.

The gesture was simple, almost instinctive, but it carried a weight that didn’t escape Maxwell’s notice. He watched, his wine glass paused halfway to his lips.

Usually, Chris tempered his devotion in public, but here, in front of Pattie, the mask was off. A suspicion stirred in Maxwell’s mind. Did Pattie know about Maia and Chris’s relationship? He wondered inwardly. Maxwell paused, considering the possibility, and decided to confirm with Chris later.

Laughter bubbled up, mingling with the clink of glasses and the savory aroma wafting from the table.

Pattie speared a piece of curry-dusted chicken, her eyes lighting up. “I didn’t expect the chef here to nail it like this. It tastes exactly like that spot in Harmony Plaza.”

Maia nodded, savoring a bite of spiced rice. “Spicy food always hits the spot.” Her voice was light, but her thoughts drifted to Sceibar, where she had endured weeks of bland, repetitive meals. The memory made her appreciate the burst of flavor on her tongue even more.

smirked, leaning back in his chair. Of course it was the same, he thought. It was the same chef. He didn’t voice it, though, letting the moment

fist clenched around her napkin, her voice sharp with lingering frustration. “We almost didn’t get this meal, thanks to

expression softening. “At least he didn’t ruin

you, Maxwell,”

𝖢𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝖈𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖋: 𝖌ⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧸𝖼𝗈𝗆

buzzed sharply on the table. He glanced at the screen,

abruptly, his chair scraping against

curiosity piqued.

Maxwell said, his voice tight with a mix

answered the call,

mind?” Marisa’s voice crackled through the line, sharp and unrelenting. “You promised me

said, rubbing his temple. “I’m almost