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?”

tone a little mysterious. “If I

“Fine,

at her expression. He looked 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

above them glowed with floating lights, like stars come down to earth. The garden shimmered in the soft, golden glow, and their silhouettes glowed under the lantern light, wrapped in warmth, as if the entire world had shrunk to just

from the butler. “That boy always acts so cold and distant, but he really

Mr. Lucas put a lot of care into

activities for the days ahead. But early on the first day of the New Year,

informing her that something had gone wrong at the

head over right away,” she said, hanging

pack her things. “I’ll drive

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Wish and the

off to

located inside a military

told her. “Call me if

waved, her smile steady and reassuring. “Don’t worry, I will. Drive