She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 232

Marshall found himself liking Hester even more after hearing her speak.

Such an exceptional girl, growing up in that kind of environment, yet managing to keep her heart so pure—he knew how rare that was.

Most of the girls he met in his world seemed obsessed with designer brands, handbags, shoes, and whatever was trending in the fashion scene.

But Hester was nothing like them.

Her presence alone sparked a powerful desire in him to win her over.

Marshall was eighteen, two years younger than her, but age had never been an issue for him.

What really intrigued him now was the kind of man she dreamed of.

He let out a sigh, half to himself. “I wonder who’ll be lucky enough to take you home one day.”

Their shoulders brushed occasionally as they walked. Hester would lean in just a bit, only to pull away right after—subtle, but deliberate.

She knew exactly how to keep her boundaries.

With a soft smile, Hester replied, “I’m looking forward to meeting my prince charming too. Even though I have no idea what being in love really feels like, I think it sounds wonderful.”

But the truth was, in her years abroad, Hester had dated more than a few guys.

When it came to relationships, she was a natural.

Marshall was no match for her experience.

She knew exactly how to capture a man’s heart. If she set her sights on someone, she always found a way to make him hers.

Marshall was already falling for her—right on cue for her next move.

Now it was time to play hard to get, to let him chase what he couldn’t quite reach and stoke that irresistible urge to conquer.

At just the right moment, Hester changed the subject, chatting about a famous painter she’d met overseas.

Art was her specialty, and she spoke about it with confidence and passion.

Marshall, for his part, was no amateur—he had a talent for painting too. The conversation grew more animated as they exchanged ideas, both of them becoming more engaged.

Then, out of nowhere, Hester’s ankle rolled. She lost her balance, her body pitching forward and bracing for the pain of hitting the ground.

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