The Real Heiress Rules the World (Sloane Rivers) novel Chapter 295

Chapter 295 The Taste of Home

Chapter 295 The Taste of Home

When Sloane opened the door, she looked completely drained, like the life had been sucked out of her. Her complexion was pale to the point of translucence, deep shadows hung under her eyes, and her steps were unsteady.

The beige trench coat she often wore hung loosely off her frame-she looked like she’d lost weight.

Lucas’s heart ached at the sight of her so worn down.

“Sloane?” he called softly.

She looked at him with dazed, unfocused eyes that took a few seconds to sharpen. “You… why are you…”

Before she could finish the sentence, her knees buckled. Lucas reacted in an instant, catching her by the waist and lifting her into his arms.

Resting against him, she caught the faint, cool scent he always carried, and for the first time in days, she felt at peace.

Lucas looked down and saw that she had fallen asleep against him. Her long lashes cast delicate shadows on her pale cheeks, and her lips were completely devoid of color.

His chest tightened. Gently, he adjusted his hold to make her more comfortable.

He carried her into the bedroom with practiced familiarity and laid her on the bed with an almost reverent tenderness!

“Water…” Sloane murmured faintly in her sleep.

Lucas immediately went to the kitchen to pour a glass of warm water. When he returned, he found her trying to sit up, clumsily fumbling with the buttons on her coat.

She was so exhausted that she couldn’t even undo a single one.

“Let me.” He set down the glass and sat on the edge of the bed, deftly unfastening her buttons and slipping the coat off her shoulders.

Sloane looked like she might collapse at any second.

‘Drink some water before you sleep.” He gently propped her up by the back of her neck and brought the glass to her lips.

She sipped slowly, eyes already drifting shut.

Seeing this, Lucas cased her back down and helped her lie comfortably on the bed.

The moment she lay down, she fell into a deep sleep.

Lucas sat there for a long time, silently watching her. In the end, he simply pulled the covers over her and took a seat in the armchair beside the bed, his eyes never leaving her face.

Outside the window, the last of the evening light faded from the city. Lucas’s phone buzzed several times

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Chapter 295 The Taste of Home

-urgent calls from work. He silenced them all.

Sloane was awakened by the gentle aroma of food.

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Morning light filtered softly through the sheer curtains as she slowly opened her eyes, momentarily unsure of what time it was.

She quietly got out of bed, her bare feet sinking into the plush carpet.

At the kitchen doorway, she stopped.

Lucas stood with his back to her, sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up to the elbows, revealing well- defined forearms. In one hand he held a pan, in the other a spatula, expertly stirring the vegetables inside.

A clay pot on the stove gave off the warm, savory scent of seafood congee. On the counter beside him sat a fruit platter-though the knife work left something to be desired, with apple slices cut in wildly inconsistent sizes.

Sunlight poured through the window, casting a golden glow on his usually cool and sharp features, softening them.

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