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The Real Heiress Rules the World

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Chapter 154 Don’t Leave

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Lucas’s blood truly seemed to carry skind of mysterious power. Gradually, Sloane’s body stopped trembling,

and her breathing began to steady.

The tension in her brow slowly eased, and the pain on her face started to fade. Her teeth were still sunk into his

arm, yet Lucas only looked at her with unwavering gentleness.

“It’s over now! Sloane, it's all over...” he murmured softly, like he was soothing a frightened kitten.

At last, Sloane loosened her grip and released his arm. Lucas gently laid her back onto the bed and pulled the

blanket up to cover her.

A row of deep bite marks had been left on his arm, blood still seeping slowly from the wound. But he didn’t care.

With his other hand, he lightly stroked Sloane's face, brushing her hair back behind her ear.

“Sleep well. I'll stay right here with you.” His voice was low and warm, tinged with a depth of emotion he

couldn't quite put into words.

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Just as Lucas stood up, ready to tend to his own injured arm, he suddenly felt a hand clutch tightly around his

wrist. Looking down, he saw Sloane-at spoint, she had opened her eyes. Though her gaze was still dazed,

her grip on his wrist was firm, as if she was afraid he'd leave.

“Don’t go...” Her voice was weak and hoarse, laced with a hint of pleading.

Lucas’s heart gave a sudden jolt; the sharp edge in his eyes softened in an instant.

He sat back down by her side and gently held her hand. “I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay right here with you,”

he said in a quiet, steady tone.

Sloane's fingers trembled slightly, like she wanted to say something; but her strength hadn't returned yet. All

she could do was cling to his hand.

In her eyes, there was a trace of unease-dependence too-as if only his presence could give her peace.

Lucas looked at her, emotions swirling inside him. He lightly ran his fingers over the back of her hand and said

softly, “You still have a fever. You need to rest. I'll be here the whole time.”

Only then did Sloane finally relax, her eyes closing as she slipped into a deep, peaceful sleep.

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Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, golden light over the room. The gentle glow landed

on Sloane's face.

She slowly opened her eyes as her awareness returned. The wound on her shoulder still throbbed faintly, but

compared to the torment of the night before, it was much better.

Turning her head slightly, she noticed Lucas sleeping right beside her hand. His head rested against the edge of

the bed, his brows slightly furrowed; he didn’t seem to be sleeping soundly. In the soft morning light, his cold,

stern features appeared much gentler.

Sloane's heart stirred. Her gaze dropped to their interlocked hands. She moved her fingertips slightly, feeling the

warmth of his palm; a soft current of warmth rose in her chest.

Just then, Lucas’s eyelashes fluttered, and his eyes slowly opened. His gaze was still a little hazy, but it quickly

met Sloane's.

“You're awake,” he said, his voice low and raspy, still tinged with the drowsiness of sleep.

He naturally let go of her hand and reached out to touch her forehead. There was a touch of ease in his tone.

“Good, it's gone down.”

Sloane lowered her gaze and murmured softly, “Thank you for last night.”

Lucas replied with a feigned lightness, “We're partners, remember? I'm still counting on Ms. Rivers to save my

life.”

With that, he reached out to adjust her blanket and reminded her, “You were running a fever all night, and the

wound'’s a little inflamed. You're not doing anything today-just rest.”

Sloane gave a small nod, her eyes falling on the bite mark on his arm. The wound had already scabbed over, but

it was still shockingly visible. “Your hand...”

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