The Lost Heiress 52

Chapter 52 A Place That’s Not Home

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Johnathan’s home didn’t match his outward demeanor. It wasn’t warm or inviting–it was spacious but cold, nearly indistinguishable from a model home. It was big, with only traces of his presence scattered around

It was obvious that no guests ever came here. There weren’t even extra slippers prepared. Johnathan simply handed Sierra his own and walked in barefoot.

Sierra had assumed that when he said he’d provide a meal, he’d just order takeout. But when she saw him rolling up his sleeves after taking off his suit jacket, she realized–he was going to cook himself.

“You can cook?”

Johnathan glanced at her. “Is that surprising?”

Sierra nodded. “Very surprising

“Go sit and rest, or check out the books in the study. You might find something you like.”

“His suggestion tempted her, but she still felt a little awkward. “I can help.”

I don’t make sick people work. Next time, you cook while I rest”

With that, he pushed her out of the kitchen.

Sierra’s fingers twitched slightly. Next time!

She shook her head to stop herself from overthinking and went to the study.

The bookshelves were filled with books–many of them chemistry and biology texts, some of which weren’t even available on the market. Sierra’s eyes lit up.

got completely lost in them, only snapping back to reality when a knock

the frame.

“Okay!”

the book and followed him

the meal on the table–four dishes and a soup that looked like they had come straight from a high–end restaurant–her

“You made all this?”

a single dish is

sleeves as

Sierra’s eye, and before she realized it, she was

he’d have the lean, slightly frail arms of a scholar,

of someone who spent all their time indoors–it was a healthy tone. The fine hairs on his arms were a

set the table, his broad shoulders and slim waist moved with

strong.

wasn’t fully recovered yet, but Sierra suddenly felt a little warm.

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taste was exactly like something made by a high–end restaurant.

sipped his soup and said flatly.

said that, he radiated a quiet, effortless authority–like someone who was used to having complete

she interacted with him, the less he seemed like the person he

“Mr. Johnathan, is

about it seriously, then

he actually answered, she got

and said

then burst into

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