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?”

slightly, his tone a little mysterious. “If I

“Fine, keep

more and more lanterns were drifting upward, and silently whispered: Sloane, I hope every New Year’s

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

heard about Lucas’s surprise from the butler. “That boy always acts so cold and distant, but

ma’am. Mr. Lucas put a lot of care

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

informing her that something had gone wrong at the medicinal herb

head over right away,” she said, hanging up. She quickly explained the

pack her things. “I’ll drive

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off to gather

inside a military compound, so Lucas couldn’t go

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

steady and reassuring.