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”

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

pretending after she saw right through him. Once the glasses he used as a disguise were off, he

better state than before, but he was still inexplicably afraid of such

and then retreated to his room, leaving only Jonathan and Sierra in the

and got up to go to the kitchen. Although she didn’t ask Jonathan about any dietary restrictions, she chose

was not one to sit still. No sooner had Sierra gone to

though Sierra didn’t talk to him, he didn’t

might have given up long ago. Finally, after they had eaten, she thought she could

his drink when he heard this. He looked from Sierra to Jonathan and

somewhat

“No need

then turned to Sierra and said, “Thanks for the

had left, Sierra finally breathed a deep

you and Mr.

he could tell something was off

ockup

Dickson nodded thoughtfully.

Finished

come over anymore, but he came up

days passed like this, and then suddenly, Jonathan stopped coming for meals, leaving Sierra feeling oddly

her discomfort and suggested,

head,