The lost heiress never forgiven

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 came at

against the frame. “Dinner’s

“Okay!”

closed the book and followed him

a soup that looked like they had come straight from a high–end

“You made all this?”

single

adjusted his sleeves as he

motion caught Sierra’s eye, and before she realized it, she was looking at

slightly frail arms of a scholar, but his were strong, well–defined. Even though he wasn’t flexing, the power beneath his

of someone who spent all their time indoors–it was a healthy tone. The fine hairs on his arms were a bit thick, giving him a rugged, untamed feel, completely at odds with his usual

broad shoulders and slim waist moved with ease, and his lower torso looked particularly solid

strong.

suddenly felt a little warm. She quickly looked

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taste was exactly like something made by a high–end restaurant. Even the knife work

and said flatly. “Didn’t need

even realize it, but when he said that, he radiated a quiet, effortless authority–like someone

seemed like the person

is there anything

thought about it seriously, then nodded. “There

when he actually answered, she got curious. “What is

at her and said in

blinked, then