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”

conversation headed in that direction. Sierra felt she couldn’t refuse. She just didn’t realize before how shameless

pretending after she saw right through him. Once the glasses he used as a disguise were off, he never put them back on, making him appear all the more

much better state than before, but he was still inexplicably afraid of such an openly aggressive

then retreated to his room, leaving only Jonathan

uncomfortable and got up to go to the kitchen. Although she didn’t ask Jonathan about

sit still. No sooner had

didn’t talk to him, he didn’t

they had eaten, she thought she could send this imposing guest on his way, but then he mentioned his injured hand made it hard to

out his drink when he heard this. He looked from Sierra to Jonathan and offered, “Mr. Yeager, if you don’t mind, I can

glanced at him, his look somewhat chilling,

“No need

Sierra and

Sierra finally

you and Mr.

could tell something was off

137 ockup and

Dickson nodded thoughtfully.

Finished

came up with different excuses every

then suddenly, Jonathan stopped

her discomfort and suggested, “Should I go check

head, “Let