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.

glass still in her hand. His Adam’s apple moved with the swallow.

murmured. His voice was deeper, richer than the wine itself. His thumb brushed against her wrist, the heat of his skin burning into hers until her fingers trembled; she almost lost

at close range, the air thick with the fragrance of red wine mingled with the clean, resinous scent clinging to him.

his mouth claimed hers. The kiss carried the fire of alcohol

glass involuntarily, her knuckles blanching

pounding of her heart. Lucas’ hand slid down to her lower back, pulling her more

and fell with a sharp crack onto the Persian carpet, the dark red wine spreading in a swift, blooming

Lucas’ chest, trying

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

lips trailed to her neck. A tiny red mole there drew his teeth irresistibly. The gentle bite made her shudder from

Her hands, once intent on pushing him away, now clutched at his shirt instead, her fingertips

hotter, fanning over her delicate skin. His lips marked a trail downward from the mole, as though he meant to fuse her

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