The Real Heiress Rules the World

Chapter 40 Skillfully Undressed

Lucas led Sloane into a room carefully arranged like a treatment clinic. Medical equipment and traditional herbal instruments were laid out in neat order,

everything spotless and well–prepared.

“Take a look. Let me know if anything’s missing. Andrew can handle the rest,” Lucas said.

Sloane glanced around and gave a slight nod. “You’ve prepared everything well. I’ll let Andrew know if we need anything else.”

Lucas pointed toward a wall lined with drawers. “The herbs from Everherb Hall are stored over there. Some rare ones are still being sourced–they’ll send them over as soon as they arrive.”

“No rush.” Sloane walked to the herb cabinet, opened a drawer, and inspected the contents. “These are top–quality.”

“Everherb Hall’s the biggest herbal supplier in the country. Their reputation’s solid,” Lucas said casually, opening a drawer of his own.

Sloane gave a small smile. She knew Everherb Hall’s standing better than he did. “Alright, I’ll take your pulse now.”

As she placed her fingers on his wrist, her brow furrowed slightly, carefully sensing the subtle shifts in his pulse.

After a moment, she withdrew her hand and spoke thoughtfully. “Looks like the herbal baths are working. Your recovery is holding steady, but the toxins are still deeply rooted. We’ll need to increase the dosage and continue with acupuncture.”

“Okay,” Lucas replied simply–then stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt without hesitation.

slender, long fingers undid the first button with a practiced case. The motion was fluid, almost elegant. His skin was pale and smooth, veins faintly visible beneath–cool and beautiful in a way that made it

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opened wide, and the firm lines of his chest came into view–each

fluid motion. His shirt slid from his shoulders

catch. She blinked hard, quickly turned away, and busied herself with the tools in the

she looking away? She was the doctor. This wasn’t the

stripped off his trousers next and lay face–down on the treatment bed,

needles. Her focus

but ignored it, concentrating fully as she

the stinging ache. Beads of sweat gathered on

Sweat trickled from his brow, soaking the

exhaled deeply, only then realizing that her back was soaked with sweat

toll on her mentally

all the needles, she