The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 20

Raymond no longer looked sickly; the pallor from his illness had vanished. As he rose from the couch, the cold, steely expression he was known for returned, though if you looked closely, there was a subtle warmth in his eyes-a softness that hadn't been there before.

"I'm much better now."

He hesitated, then added, "Thank you for taking care of me yesterday."

Raymond quickly averted his gaze, almost as if embarrassed by his own words. He never imagined himself saying something like that to anyone. What surprised him even more was that he'd lain awake all night the evening she didn't come home, unable to sleep, feeling the pull of concern for the first time in his life.

Citrine, on the other hand, looked a little uncomfortable. She paused, then managed, "It's... it's nothing."

On weekends, the house was quiet-no butler, no staff, no one to look after the child left alone at home. Raymond glanced at Citrine, a little uncertain. "Do you want to come to the office with me later?"

Citrine seemed lost in thought for a moment but then nodded quickly.

When she was a child, Sawyer used to take her to the office all the time. But ever since she'd returned from abroad six months ago, Sawyer's attitude had changed. He'd made it clear-more than once-that he didn't want her coming to the company. Even though, in Sawyer's eyes, she was just an adopted daughter and posed no real threat.

the true heir of the Iverson family. Every cold shoulder

was much larger than the Iverson Group. As Citrine walked beside Raymond through

a young

that girl with

he's brought someone to

princess. Even the way she walks, you can tell

looked right at me. I think I'm going

employees stared at Citrine with wide, sparkling eyes,

curiosity-like wolves eyeing a

a bit uneasy under their scrutiny, but there was no malice in their gazes just

that the feeling of being

beautiful new desk was set up beside his own, complete with a state-of-the-art computer, a sleek gaming chair, and a pair of high-end headphones-the kind that

eyes lit up

turned into a dance studio or a music room for Jeanette. There had been a year when Citrine studied hard and finished first in her grade. Sawyer had asked what she wanted as a reward, and she'd said she wanted a computer and some gaming gear for her room. At first, Sawyer had agreed. Later, though, he'd claimed the noise would

asked Sawyer for