The Real Heiress Rules the World

Chapter 337 Cancel The Meeting

Chapter 337 Cancel The Meeting

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Sloane pondered. As for how Samantha had managed to fool so many people, that remained a mystery.

“Tomorrow I’ll have Andrew look into this more thoroughly,” Lucas said, turning to Sloane. “What about you? What’s your next move?”

Sloane swirled the glass in her hand; the ice clinked with a crisp sound. “For now, I’ll stay put. I’ve written to my master to ask about my uncle. I’ll wait for his reply before making any decisions.”

Lucas gave a slight nod, his gaze darkening as it lingered on her face. Just as she was about to speak, he suddenly reached out. His long fingers encircled her slender wrist with a light but deliberate touch.

Sloane’s breath caught as Lucas drew her hand slowly toward him. The glass tilted, the dark red wine shifting inside, casting fractured glimmers of light across his sharp features.

sip from the glass still in her hand. His Adam’s

His thumb brushed against her wrist, the heat of his skin burning into hers until her fingers

the fragrance of red wine mingled with the clean, resinous scent clinging to him. The rain outside fell heavier, yet it couldn’t drown out the thunderous rhythm of

The kiss carried the fire

involuntarily, her knuckles blanching from the

raindrops traced winding paths down the glass window, echoing the erratic pounding of her

and fell with a sharp crack onto the Persian carpet, the dark red

Lucas’ chest,

ragged as he pressed her against the table. Beyond the window, the curtain of rain blurred

her neck. A tiny red mole there drew

tremor she couldn’t contain. Her hands, once intent on pushing him away, now clutched at his shirt instead, her fingertips white from the

downward from the mole, as though he meant to fuse her into his very

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