The Real Heiress Rules the World

Chapter 258 The Wish and the Withering Roots

Lucas’s gaze was soft, a tender smile playing at his lips. “Yeah. I was short on time, so the sketch’s a little rough.”

Only then did Sloane realize–he had drawn the image himself.

A rush of emotion welled up in her chest, her eyes stinging. She felt the sudden urge to cry.

No one–aside from her master–had ever done something so thoughtful for her.

Lucas handed her a pen. “Go ahead, write your wish.”

Sloane took the pen and carefully wrote a few lines on the slip of paper. When she finished, she looked up at him. “What about you? Aren’t you going to write one too?”

Lucas chuckled, picked up another lantern, and quickly scribbled something down. “Let’s release them together.”

They stood at the lakeside, lighting the candles inside the lanterns. The warm flames slowly lifted, and their lanterns floated gently into the night sky. Sloane gazed up at hers, watching her wish rise into the darkness, her eyes sparkling with joy.

She turned to Lucas, curiosity in her voice. “What did you wish for?”

little mysterious. “If I say it out

playfully. “Fine,

up at the sky, where more and more lanterns were drifting upward, and silently whispered: Sloane, I hope every New Year’s Eve from now on, I’ll be standing beside you, releasing a lantern, making a

garden shimmered in the soft, golden glow, and their

Madam Tessa laughed when she heard about Lucas’s surprise from the butler. “That boy always acts so cold and distant, but he really

Mr. Lucas put a lot of care into this. He even made Ms. Sloane’s lantern himself–and

planned a whole series of activities for the days ahead. But early on the first day of the

had gone

I’ll head over right away,” she said, hanging up.

instructed Molly to pack her things.

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12:07 Wed, 10 Sept

The Wish and the

off to gather the

was located inside a military compound, so Lucas

yourself,” he told her. “Call me if anything comes

and reassuring. “Don’t worry,