The lost heiress never forgiven

The Lost Heiress 167

Chapter 167 Is Jonathan Family?

He suddenly lowered his head and bit Sierra’s neck.

Just as Sierra let out a small sound, Jonathan abruptly let go of her, flipped over, and got out of bed. He didn’t even glance at Sierra before heading straight to the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water filled the air, accompanied by some suppressed, heavy breathing.

Of course, Sierra knew what those sounds meant. She raised a hand to her face, feeling how unbearably hot her cheeks were

After a while, she sat up and took her phone. When she switched it on, the flooding messages almost made her phone lag.

Countless unfamiliar numbers had called, and an overwhelming flood of text messages filled her inbox, every single one of them an apology.

She had only a handful of real friends, including Bella, who had sent multiple voice messages and links in excitement.

Sierra clicked on one and listened.

“Sierra, how are you? I watched yesterday’s livestream, and I almost cried to death! You went through so much injustice! The

Xander family is fiomible, especially Denise!”

I feel

look at this! Northwind’s

messages were links. Sierra casually clicked on one and found an apology post, where someone admitted they were wrong for blindly joining the petition

comment section was flooded with apologies, Sierra skimmed through it briefly before closing her phone; she no longer cared about any of

to see Jonathan stepping out of the bathroom, his body still damp and wrapped in a

His

yet; he simply wiped it lazily with a towel. The robe was loosely tied, barely hanging on him, revealing large portions of his well–defined chest muscles. This was a completely different Jonathan from the usual sharp, suited version of himself. His hair was messy tousled, exuding a

vibe to him, she was still

said,

curse under his breath, then abruptly turned and stormed back into the

slamming shut finally made Sierra realize what she had just said, and her

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wanted to compliment

face flushed an even deeper red. She

finally believed that Jonathan hadn’t been exaggerating last night. He probably really

a note before leaving, as she didn’t know how

went back, Dickson was making breakfast. Seeing her come back in her