The lost heiress never forgiven

The Lost Heiress 214

Chapter 214 No More Miracles

Jose simply smiled in response to the whispered provocations around him.

His aunt, however, was more direct.

“I have faith in you,” she said. “You’re much more suited to take over the Wynn family than your brother. You’re already twenty–give it another two years, and he’ll be no match for you. What does he know? He’s just an academic. Handing the family over to him would be the end of us.”“

Jose listened absentmindedly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Johnathan leaving the dining hall.

“Excuse me, I have something to do,” he said quickly, then hurried after his brother.

Johnathan was staring at his phone.

He had sent Sierra multiple messages, but she hadn’t replied.

He even tried calling-

Rejected.

She was still mad.

Johnathan rarely felt guilty about anything, but right now….

Well, maybe last night had been a little excessive.

But that wasn’t entirely his fault.

Who could be expected to hold back under those circumstances?

If anything, he had already exercised incredible restraint.

She was the one who had bitten him first.

If he hadn’t remembered it was her first time–if he hadn’t had a flight to catch–he wouldn’t have stopped so soon. And her stamina? Absolutely terrible.

He needed to add physical training to her schedule.

Just as he was thinking about how to get her to forgive him, a voice called out-

Johnathan“”

Johnathan’s brow furrowed slightly at the way his name was called..

Still, he stopped.

Hey

caught

glanced at him

“What do you want?

come home this time! Your room is still there no one’s

Johnathan’s expression remained indifferent.

simply stared at

was nearly eight years younger uIAU THE

than a year later, their father

remarried.

had already been over

never set

wanted him

to return.

Johnathan’s voice was cold.

your home. Not

wait

turned and walked

Johnathan landed back in

stepped off the plane, his mood improved

his

reply

Fine

want to

in person.

y

a cab, he leaned back, thinking about the best way

a while, he

The route was wrong

wasn’t heading toward his

his gaze to the

His voice was sharp.

you taking

pressed

see you,” he said

no idea Johnathan was already

finally

her guilty conscience, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that both Grandma

them in the

Dickson, however, was clueless.-

and Johnathan had

asked with concern, “Ms.

medicine–just a sore throat now,” Sierra

beyond grateful it was

No

been summer, there would have been no way to hide

of herself in