The Real Heiress Rules the World

Chapter 295 The Taste of Home

Chapter 295 The Taste of Home

When Sloane opened the door, she looked completely drained, like the life had been sucked out of her. Her complexion was pale to the point of translucence, deep shadows hung under her eyes, and her steps were unsteady.

The beige trench coat she often wore hung loosely off her frame-she looked like she’d lost weight.

Lucas’s heart ached at the sight of her so worn down.

“Sloane?” he called softly.

She looked at him with dazed, unfocused eyes that took a few seconds to sharpen. “You… why are you…”

Before she could finish the sentence, her knees buckled. Lucas reacted in an instant, catching her by the waist and lifting her into his arms.

Resting against him, she caught the faint, cool scent he always carried, and for the first time in days, she felt at peace.

Lucas looked down and saw that she had fallen asleep against him. Her long lashes cast delicate shadows on her pale cheeks, and her lips were completely devoid of color.

His chest tightened. Gently, he adjusted his hold to make her more comfortable.

He carried her into the bedroom with practiced familiarity and laid her on the bed with an almost reverent tenderness!

“Water…” Sloane murmured faintly in her sleep.

kitchen to pour a glass of warm water. When he returned, he found her trying to sit up, clumsily fumbling with the

that she

He set down the glass and sat on the edge of the

she might collapse at any

sleep.” He gently propped her up by the back of her neck and brought the

sipped slowly, eyes already

down and helped her

lay down, she fell

pulled the covers over her and took a seat in the armchair beside the bed, his eyes

evening light faded

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calls from work. He silenced

by the gentle aroma

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she slowly

got out of bed, her bare feet sinking

the kitchen doorway, she

his white dress shirt rolled up to the elbows, revealing well- defined forearms. In one