The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 19

Raymond sat alone in the empty living room, his mind wandering. He suddenly remembered that, back at the office, the kid had always been on her own.

She must have felt scared, right?

For a moment, he'd actually wanted to press her, to demand exactly where she'd gone. But he forced himself to let it go.

After all, to her, they were little more than strangers bound by paperwork. If he started interrogating her now, she'd probably end up resenting him.

Still, Raymond couldn't help but worry. He dialed Adler's number.

At that very moment, Adler was tangled up with his girlfriend, their goodbyes dragging out with reluctant kisses. Just as things got heated, his phone buzzed on the nightstand, making both of them jump.

The interruption instantly killed the mood. Adler's girlfriend groaned, "Who the hell is it?"

Adler glanced at the screen, jaw clenched. "Damn corporate overlord," he muttered under his breath, the light in his eyes flickering out.

He groaned, half to himself, "I swear I'm quitting tomorrow. I'm done with this."

But as he grumbled, his body betrayed him he was already pulling his shirt back

on.

A few seconds later, he answered the call, suddenly all meek politeness. "Hello, Mr. Carmichael."

voice dripped with servile

out where Citrine went today," Raymond said curtly, then hung up without waiting for

later, Adler

Carmichael, Miss Citrine went to Crestwood.

his expression growing

couldn't dig up anything, someone must have gone out of their way

when Citrine came home, she found Raymond stretched out

eyes

in his illness. "Raymond?" Citrine poked him,

of

"Damn, he's burning up."

been like this all

maid were both on holiday this week, so the only ones home were

took his temperature. When she saw the thermometer nearly hit 104, she

snugly around him on the

that, she headed to

had never given her an allowance. Whenever Sawyer was away, it was normal for Citrine to come home to an

to cook for her, and no one

a while, Citrine learned to fend for herself in the kitchen, and her

from the medicine, was barely conscious. Citrine managed to coax only half

keep an eye on him, Citrine simply grabbed a blanket

three in the morning, Raymond's fever had finally broken. The fog in his head had lifted,