The Real Heiress Rules the World (Sloane Rivers) novel Chapter 52

Chapter 52 A Lesson She Won’t Forget

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The moment they stepped into the bathroom, Lucas turned on the cold water and pried Sloane off him. He pulled her straight into the tub.

Cold water soaked her clothes instantly. Sloane shivered, and her dazed eyes began to clear.

“Lucas…” she murmured softly, still with a hint of sweetness in her voice.

Lucas crouched down, held her by the shoulders, and said helplessly, “Just sit still and stay in the water.”

Sloane didn’t respond. She leaned back against the edge of the tub, letting the chill seep into her skin as the heat in her body gradually died down.

After a while, the restlessness in her chest eased, her mind finally regaining clarity.

She stood up from the tub, her soaked clothes clinging tightly to her, outlining every curve of her figure.

Lucas quickly turned around, grabbed a towel from the nearby rack, and handed it to her without meeting her eyes.

“Wrap up. You’ll catch a cold,” he said, voice slightly hoarse.

Sloane took the towel and wrapped it around herself. It was only then that she noticed several of Lucas’s shirt buttons were undone, leaving his chest partially exposed. There were faint red marks scattered across his skin.

Marks she had made during the heat of the drug’s effect.

Her ears instantly turned red, and for a moment, she thought the drug still hadn’t

worn off.

She awkwardly rubbed her nose. “Sorry…”

“Mm.” Lucas gave a vague nod and left the bathroom.

Wrapped in the towel, Sloane thought back on how careless she’d been today- actually falling into Helen and Mandy’s trap.

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Chapter 52 A Lesson She Won’t Forget

Her gaze turned cold. She would remember this. And repay it.

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When she stepped back out, Lucas had already changed into a fresh set of clothes. He handed her a clean outfit of his own. “It’s new. Go change into this for now.”

“Thanks.” Sloane didn’t bother pretending to be shy. She took the clothes and returned to the bathroom.

By the time she came back out, Lucas had already brewed tea.

He glanced up. Sloane was wearing his pajamas. The oversized clothes drooped off her frame, the sleeves and pant legs rolled up several times. She looked like a kid playing dress–up—oddly cute.

Sloane sat cross–legged across from him, watching his graceful fingers hold the teacup as he poured. The sight was unexpectedly pleasing.

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