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Chapter 149 A Ploy of Self–Pity?

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Lucas knew exactly how he felt about Sloane. What began as sympathy had quietly grown into admiration… and now, an all–consuming pull he could no longer ignore.

Tonight, he’d come to be sure of one thing–his own heart.

Now that he understood what he truly wanted, he would stop at nothing to have it.

Sloane woke up to the aroma of warm food.

Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she stepped out of her room–only to see Lucas in the kitchen, wearing an apron, focused on cooking.

The gentle clatter of pots and pans echoed softly in the quiet morning, creating an unexpectedly cozy scene.

“… You’re making breakfast?” Sloane asked, her voice still tinged with the soft, fuzzy texture of sleep.

Lucas turned around with a warm smile. “You’re up. Since you let me stay over last night, I figured breakfast was the least I could do.”

blue–and–white porcelain bowl of steaming

a spoonful. The tender rice, succulent seafood, and rich, savory broth danced across her tongue in perfect

“I didn’t know you could cook! This is

seat across from her, quietly hiding the tenderness

her eat contentedly now made his heart feel

takeout or

Hawthorne, and you can

flicker of shadow passed through his eyes, but

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traced the rim of his bowl with his fingertip, as if carefully considering

much to reveal.

took care of me when I was little. I had to learn on my own. Starving wasn’t an option.” His voice was quiet–almost too light to carry the weight of

brow furrowed as she listened. A

you the heir of the Hawthorne family?” she asked, her voice low,

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