The Real Heiress Rules the World

Chapter 339 Lucas, You Look Worried

Chapter 339 Lucas, You Look Worried

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Sloane felt the tremor in his fingertips and said evenly, “At the time, your condition was certain death. My body, after years of being steeped in herbs and poisons, was the only vessel that could withstand the toxins.” She spoke with calm detachment, as though it had nothing to do with her at all.

Before she could finish, Lucas suddenly dropped to one knee, pulling her-blanket and all-into his arms. He buried his face in the curve of her shoulder, his breath hot and heavy. “But it still left you weakened like this in the end.”

Sloane disliked the weight of such somber words. She cupped his face and tilted it upward, one brow arched. “So, you like me because I saved you?”

“Of course not!” Lucas shook his head vehemently, his voice urgent. “I’d already fallen for you long before you ever bore my poison.”

A sly glint flickered in Sloane’s eyes. “But we only met because I drew out your poison. How can you be sure what you feel isn’t just gratitude?”

bracing his hands on either side of the sofa and caging

me, threatening me with a weapon,” he said, his voice low and rushed. “All I could think was,

lashes trembled, though the corners of

the shells; when you’re lost in thought, you always need something in your hand…” Lucas’ fingers traced lightly

it was almost a sigh. “Sloane, what I love are all your imperfect moments; the stubbornness

the spark of mischief in her

laughter; her eyes curved like crescent moons. “I heard you. You

eyes darkened. He leaned down abruptly, catching her lower lip between his teeth. The pressure wasn’t too harsh, but it was enough

punishment; yet the instant his lips met hers,

fingers into her hair.

her head back to receive his kiss, her fingers sneaking up to the nape of his neck.

escaped from the police car; the four officers inside had

unconscious.

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