The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 735:

The man, barely past his early twenties, had the kind of beauty that made heads turn—sharp brows, luminous eyes, and a delicate innocence that contrasted with the sharp angles of his features. Even kneeling before her, he did not appear subservient, but rather exuded a quiet vulnerability that invited sympathy.

Andromache’s irritation toward his defense of Leah dimmed, replaced by something far more indulgent.

“She is just a nuisance,” she murmured with a slow, dismissive smile. “It is a pity I ever wasted my time on her.”

But really, Leah was irrelevant. If she needed a pawn, she could pluck one from the masses with a mere flick of her hand.

Power had a way of attracting eager devotees.

As Andromache withdrew her foot, the assistant moved swiftly, his warm palm catching her ankle in a feather-light hold.

heat of his skin sent a subtle shiver up

down at him, lips parting

devotion, he bent forward and pressed a kiss to the delicate arch of her foot. His lips lingered before traveling upward, planting slow, gentle kisses along

tightening as something electric coiled in her stomach. One hand instinctively pressed down on his head, urging him

Then her phone rang.

thick haze of sensation, jolting her back to reality. With a frustrated sigh, she reached for her phone. The caller ID flashed—Leah. Disgust flickered across

hesitation, she switched the phone to silent and tossed it onto the

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Leah’s stomach twisted with unease as the

gaze settled on her pale

composure into her

his mind turning to an