The lost heiress never forgiven

The Lost Heiress 137

Chapter 137 ockup and Lookouts

Dickson hadn’t let her down. In just a few months, he had figured out quite a bit on his own.

“Relax. Sierra, leave this to me.” Dickson promised.

He was glad Sierra was finally letting him help instead of keeping him out of it. He was determined to find dirt on those scoundrels.

Sierra thought she had made things clear to Jonathan, that such a proud man wouldn’t be anxious about her anymore.

But she was wrong. Far from backing off. Jonathan showed up at her door that very evening.

Seeing Jonathan standing outside. Sierra was tempted not to open the door, but seeing his injured hand, she worried he might need something

When she opened the door, Jonathan asked. “Can I crash your dinner?”

He was direct and unabashed, not the least bit embarrassed about mooching a meal; he even gestured with his injured hand. **I hurt my hand, it’s hard to cook!”

Sierra went quiet: it took her a moment to find her voice, I’ll order you some takeout.”

“I don’t like takeout. It’s too greasy and salty, not healthy.

Sierra wanted to say more, but then Jonathan added, “Come on, I’ve taken you out to eat a few times before, you can’t say no, right”

couldn’t refuse. She just didn’t realize before how shameless

as a disguise were off, he never put them

but he

then retreated to his room,

to go to the kitchen. Although she didn’t ask

one to sit still. No sooner had Sierra gone to the kitchen

didn’t talk to him, he didn’t seem bored, just

long ago. Finally, after they had eaten, she thought she could send this imposing guest on his way, but then he mentioned his injured hand made

nearly spit out his drink when he heard this. He looked from Sierra to

at him, his look somewhat chilling, but Dickson didn’t

“No need

then turned to Sierra and said, “Thanks for

left, Sierra finally breathed

you and Mr.

foolish; he could tell something was off between Sierra and

137 ockup and

Dickson nodded thoughtfully.

Finished

let Jonathan come over anymore, but he came up with different excuses every day, enduring her

and then suddenly, Jonathan stopped

discomfort and suggested, “Should I

head, “Let