The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In

Chapter 635 Keep Your Hand Right There

The moment Victor came walking over, Lewis froze; his first instinct was to call out, “Big Brother.”

But with a simple hand gesture, Victor shut him up.

He waved Lewis off, signaling for him to leave.

Lewis nodded and left.

Finished

Tessa still felt like the position Lewis had taught her wasn’t quite right–she couldn’t even see the target point clearly.

Just as she was about to adjust-

Suddenly, a strong hand wrapped around her waist. A man’s hand gripped her wrist, guiding her

movements…

Tessa’s breath hitched; she instinctively tried to move away.

But then, she heard his low voice, laced with heat and restraint, “Don’t move.”

It was Victor.

His warm breath brushed against the side of her neck, sending a flush of warmth across her skin; it made her pulse flutter.

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“Lift it a little higher,” he murmured.

“Like this?” Tessa asked.

Victor replied, “Fire.”

At his command, Tessa pulled the trigger–and this time, hit the bullseye dead center.

Before Victor arrived, she had already trained with Lewis for an hour. She’d gone from being too scared to even fire a gun, to have her arms ache from the recoil.

Surprisingly, the same Tessa who had grown especially prone to tears around Victor lately had managed to tough it out today.

Her arms, especially the web of her thumb, were already numb from the repeated shocks.

But still, she persisted.

discovering the truth about her past, to having her identity revealed,

time wasn’t on

center of the target, Victor’s hand tightened slightly around

in his eyes. “What made you want to learn to shoot all of a sudden? Because

“What’s happening with my mom, it’s

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her own path was only the first

15%

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because this was only the beginning, the hardships and

had never been the

in mindset

actually need to do

he would

you’ll protect me?” Tessa

he

“It’s not that.”

Stella’s, safe and sheltered even in

Tessa

as protected as she was, had been forced to flee Falvaria three years

if it weren’t for her combat skills,

being able to blend

a deep

would inevitably be one of walking on knives–there was no changing that

would adapt to

slightly; he brushed her forehead with his hand. “Not

her earlier had

planning to cry; didn’t expect her

tears had been

off a different

wanted to train and learn real skills, he wouldn’t stop her. At the very

a pretty chaptic state right now. If you want to help your mom,

of chaos?” she

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