Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 1017:

It felt as if she had walked willingly into his snare.

Austen’s eyes lingered on her, patient and assessing, while a faint, unreadable smile played at his lips.

“Go on, take a seat,” he muttered, his tone low and unhurried, yet carrying a weight that pulled at the senses.

Before she could move, Austen had already taken the sofa for himself, folding one leg over the other with effortless composure.

On the coffee table before him, glasses and ice cubes were already arranged. With deliberate ease, he dropped a few cubes into both glasses, and the faint chime of crystal on ice broke the silence.

Rosanna remained standing, her gaze fixed on him.

she inclined her body toward him, tilting the bottle so the wine flowed

of her form caught the light in a way that hinted at something unspoken, and a loose strand of hair brushed her cheek. She eased it back behind her ear with a slow, unhurried

the stillness, sending a rush of heat

for you.” Rosanna’s smile was gentle yet knowing as she offered him the

begun to lower herself into the seat when a sudden grip closed firmly

of amusement flickered in Austen’s expression as his free hand claimed the glass, guiding her into the solid

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words stumbled out in a fragile whisper, laced with unease, as she

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in warmth. “Isn’t this exactly what you were after?” he whispered against her ear. His

frame, her body yielding involuntarily beneath