The Real Heiress Rules the World (Sloane Rivers) novel Chapter 307

Chapter 307 Stop Acting Tough, Larry

Chapter 307 Stop Acting Tough, Larry

Sloane frowned, a touch of displeasure flickering across her face; she hated feeling so hesitant and unsure of herself.

“What’s wrong?” Lucas noticed the faint crease between her brows and immediately leaned closer, concern plain in his voice. “Is your wound hurting again?”

She found him so close she could feel the warmth of his breath brushing her cheek. His dark eyes brimmed with unguarded worry, so intense it made her heart skip a beat. Will you protect Ginnie? The question nearly spilled from her lips.

“I…” She opened her mouth, but when she caught sight of the shadow his lashes cast against his cheek, her words stalled in her throat.

Lucas picked up on her hesitation instantly. He blinked, his voice uncommonly gentle, coaxing, “What is it you want to say?”

Sloane tightened her grip around the glass in her hands, her fingertips blanching. She lowered her gaze, her long lashes dropping shadows across her face. “It’s nothing… I’m just tired.”

He searched her averted eyes; a faint trace of disappointment flickered there before he quickly smoothed it away, curving his lips into a small smile. Tugging the blanket higher over her, he murmured, “Then rest; I’ll stay with you.”

Sloane turned onto her side with her back to him and let out a quiet sigh.

When Lucas entered the other room, Larry was stubbornly trying to hold a fork with his injured hand.

The nurse at his side looked anxious. “Mr. Larry, your hand hasn’t healed yet; you can’t do this

Lucas strode forward, snatched the fork from his hand, and snapped, “Your hand’s nearly ruined and you’re still trying to act tough?”

Larry arched a brow at him. “Since when does Mr. Hawthorne like meddling so much?”

Lucas ignored the jab, picked up a bowl, and scooped up a spoonful of porridge, holding it to his lips. “Eat.”

Larry turned his head away. “I don’t need you-”

“You’re starving and still putting on airs?” Lucas cut him off, irritation creeping into his tone.

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Chapter 307 Stop Acting Tough, Larry

Larry glanced at the spoon stubbornly hovering in front of him, then finally opened his mouth and took a bite. “Tastes awful.”

“Then don’t cat.” Lucas’ words were sharp, but his hand was steady as he lifted another spoonful. “If it weren’t for the fact that you…” He paused, his voice dropping lower, “shielded her, I wouldn’t bother with you.”

Larry’s chewing slowed; the air between them shifted into something unspoken, strangely charged.

“How’s Sloane?” Larry asked suddenly.

Lucas’ hand tightened almost imperceptibly around the spoon. “Just fell asleep.”

Larry nodded and let the subject drop. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the faint clink of the spoon against the bowl.

The nurse stood by, watching the two men who were usually at each other’s throats-one awkwardly feeding, the other awkwardly eating-and couldn’t help marveling to herself. The scene was bizarre; yet oddly, it carried a strange kind of harmony.

“What do you plan to do with Ginnie?” Larry leaned back against the headboard, brows raised in mockery. “Don’t tell me Mr. Hawthorne still has lingering feelings for his old flame and can’t bear to let her go?”

Lucas’ eyes went cold. “Ginnie and I were always just partners; there was never anything between us.”

Larry showed no fear, his words pointed. “That’s not something you should be telling me.”

Lucas frowned at that, recalling the way Sloane had avoided his gaze; his chest clenched as though an invisible hand had seized his heart.

So that’s what she cares about. He turned and headed for the door, his hand pausing on the knob. After a few seconds, he glanced back at Larry, complicated emotions surging in his dark eyes. At last, he said quietly, “Thank you.”

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