The Real Heiress Rules the World

Chapter 281 Not Your Place

“Sloane…” Lucas’s voice was low, laced with restrained emotion.

But Sloane yawned lazily. “Forget it. I’m tired. Let’s talk tomorrow.”

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Lucas watched her figure retreat up the stairs. He looked down at his now-empty arms, frowning in frustration.

She was twenty-two. Not a child. So what was he still hesitating for?

The next morning, Sloane slept until sunlight gently woke her. She sat up and immediately checked her own pulse. The moment her fingers confirmed the weak, unsteady rhythm, she let out a sigh.

“I’ll never get used to this kind of body.”

She changed into the clothes the housekeeper had laid out, and as she stepped out of her room, a sugary voice drifted up faintly from downstairs.

“Ma’am, my grandmother always said you were her dearest friend. Now that she’s gone, I feel it’s my duty to visit you often.”

It was Ginnie, sweet-talking with practiced ease.

next-kind, but distant. “Ginnie, it’s very thoughtful of

laughed lightly, her tone laced with coyness. “Madam Tessa, I see

the stairs, calmly listening to the exchange. Then she descended slowly, her voice soft but

“Good morning, Madam.”

affection. “Sloane, you’re awake? Come, have some breakfast. Molly made congee just for you-it’s

smile. “Thank you, Madam.

the moment she saw Sloane, her face stiffened. She forced a look of surprise. “Ms. Sloane, you didn’t go home last

challenge in her eyes, and answered with a perfectly calm,

because she heard Sloane was staying at the Hawthorne residence. And now the woman dared pretend

glanced sideways at Ginnie and casually explained, “This is Ginnie, daughter of the

polite distance. “Ah. Ms. Ginnie. Nice to meet

“Ms. Sloane, you must

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I’m terrible

Her fingers curled into tight fists at her