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The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit in

Chapter 796 Night of Uncertainty

Tessa spoke without hesitation.

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If it meant Maric would forgive her, she was willing to stand as many nights as necessary.

Marie gave a sharp snort and hung up the phone..

The abrupt click left Tessa stunned. She quickly called Stella instead.

When Stella heard that Marie wanted Tessa punished by standing for three nights, she let out a long breath. “That’s it–she’s forgiven you.”

“Huh?”

“You know how she settled things with Dan, don’t you?”

Tessa froze.

“I–I know.”


How could she not? That storm had been violent and merciless, leaving Dan torn to pieces and hospitalized for weeks.

“So if she’s only making you stand as punishment, it means she’s forgiven you. If she really hadn’t, with her temper, she’d have shredded you alive.”

Hearing that, Tessa perked up. “Then I’ll stand properly. I’ll stand for her as many nights as she

wants.”

Stella laughed softly.

Punished, yet still volunteering more–what a sight.

The two chatted a little longer before hanging up.

Victor came out of the bathroom, towel in hand, drops of water sliding down his hair. He caught sight of Tessa’s beaming face.

happiest she had

you so pleased?” he asked, rubbing his

eyes darted toward his hard, sculpted torso, and her cheeks

she forgave

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Victor raised

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surprised him. In his mind, Marie had always been hot–tempered and unforgiving. Whoever crossed her

she nearly beaten him to death

mistake, act a little spoiled. She said Marie’s not so bad. And… it worked,”

with interest. “And

“What?”

lips curving. “I’m not telling

blanket, hiding

were bad enough. Compared to him, she felt


her soft, flustered retreat that touched Victor’s most sensitive

tossed the towel aside, strode over on long legs, and scooped her straight into his arms, tumbling with her under

his lips to crush against hers, swallowing everything

meant to say.

kissed her deeply, his voice rough at her ear.

Her breath hitched.

Not this-

but her frail limbs were no

little,”

a bird with clipped wings, carried

for mercy–far more

no intention of

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felt her tension lift completely,

spicy soup from earlier

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