The Real Heiress Rules the World

Chapter 10 A Sleeping Prince

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Sloane walked to the bedside, her gaze landing on Lucas‘ face. His features looked as though they had been carved from fine marble–his brows sharp and noble, nose straight and high, lips full and well–shaped, the corners of his mouth slightly raised. Just based on appearance, he was undoubtedly a sleeping prince.

She couldn’t help but stare, slightly entranced. With looks like that, it was no wonder Stonebridge’s heiresses flocked to him.

A moment later, she snapped out of it and reached out, placing her fingers on Lucas‘ pulse, checking it carefully.

Slowly, her brows furrowed. His pulse was weak and chaotic, fading in and out. The condition was indeed strange. It didn’t resemble any ordinary illness.

Sloane thought to herself. Tonight, she had come to find a chance to stop the engagement between the Hawthorne family and the Rivers family.

She had returned this time to take revenge on the Rivers family. Of course, she didn’t want to see them grow stronger.

Sloane began to consider the possibility of working with Lucas. His illness was unusual, and the Hawthorne family’s situation was complicated. Getting involved might bring a lot of trouble for herself.

Her fingertips touched between Lucas‘ brows. She hesitated, ultimately unable to bear letting such a beautiful man die just like that.

She raised her hand and bit her own finger, drawing blood. Then she leaned down, her red lips pressing against his, pried open his teeth, and passed the blood into his mouth.

Just as Sloane was about to rise, Lucas suddenly opened his eyes.

Those deep eyes burst with a sharp, lethal aura–like a fierce tiger roused from slumber–his entire body exuding a dangerous and overpowering presence.

Sloane didn’t have time to dodge. Their eyes met directly, and she immediately felt her hairs stand on end.

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15:05 Mon, 1 Sept

A Sleeping

alarm, and she

Pop!

the tense silence of the room, that sound was magnified

Sloane and Lucas froze. For a moment, the

sound

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to the side to lie down

she had just come out of the asylum and

the same time, Lucas closed his eyes again, going

was gently pushed open, and a few footsteps

over and stopped by the bed. Sloane’s heart

is Mr. Hawthorne today?” The voice belonged to an older

he’ll wake up,” a younger man answered,

mad with anxiety. If Mr. Hawthorne doesn’t wake up soon, what are we going to

with a few words, then escorted her

the blanket

still lying down, studying the girl in front of

he maintained a natural calm and composure, as