The lost heiress never forgiven

The Lost Heiress 314

Chapter 314 Letting Go

Sierra had wanted to say it was nothing, but when she looked into Johnathan’s wise eyes–and remembered what she herself had said–she finally spoke up.

“I just feel like I’m not much help to you.”

She didn’t have the courage to admit that she’d been a little jealous just now.

Seeing Quinn make lunch for Johnathan, chatting with him about work…

She couldn’t do any of that. She didn’t even know how busy he had been lately—because he still came home on time every night.

“That’s it?” Johnathan raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his gaze. “Just being by my side is already the best help you could give me.”

If it weren’t for Sierra, there were a lot of things he wouldn’t have held back on. He might’ve turned into someone even he wouldn’t recognize.

Because of her, his sense of boundaries still sat within the realm of ordinary people.

“Have you been really busy lately?”

Sierra wrapped her arms around his, her voice soft. “You didn’t say anything.”

“A bit busier than before, but nothing I can’t handle.”

To Johnathan, it wasn’t a big deal. It just took more time than usual. He didn’t see it as difficult, and didn’t think it was worth mentioning.

don’t need to make me breakfast every

the days she got so absorbed in her reading that she

“I want to.”

Johnathan raised a brow.

was feeding Sierra. He

weak digestion on top of it, he always tried to make her

past month or so, she’d gained a couple of pounds–barely two or three–but it made him happier than

the last trace of discomfort

realized she’d been too petty. Quinn wasn’t really Johnathan’s sister by blood, but they’d known each other for so long- if something was going to happen, it would’ve happened

like she truly saw Sierra as family.

just made her feel even

with work every day. What about Dora?” Sierra couldn’t help but

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Chapter 314 Letting Go

“That’s good.”

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felt a newfound admiration for Quinn. Working full–time, raising a three–year–old on her own–and still full of

food Quinn had made, Sierra added,

though she hadn’t had much appetite earlier, she did eat

too, but hers was more home–style stuff. Compared to Quinn, it

remember she was just

else

pastries tasted just like his mother’s. After his mother passed, his emotions had spiraled. His grandfather brought Quinn to