All Chapters of Lost Heiress: Mr Right Offers Me a Second Chance: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

MALCOLMI didn't see her coming.One minute she was standing in front of me, a reasonable distance between us and staring at if she didn't understand a word I was saying and the next, she was rushing at me.Close, too close.Her body pressed against mine and I felt myself turn into rock. She was speaking softly, saying thank you and saying she could not imagine doing this without my help and I felt a rush of warm air blow over me and settle in every joint of my body.It surprised me. Why did hugging her inspire such an emotion in me? I felt warm and excited, like a child who had been gifted his favorite toy.My first instinct was to step back but the firmness of her arms around my back didn't allow for such overreaction. The warmth was spreading, slowly and unfamiliarly, to my chest, to my head. It was like she had found a key I didn't even know existed and unlocked a door in my heart.I moved my arms slightly, unsure whether to wrap them around her. For a moment I hesitated, letting

MALCOLMLucas's face was scrunched up, his features creased in a deep frown.He looked back and forth between us as if afraid someone would appear from around the corner and see us."What is this about?" He asked sharply. His tone was rough, angry but when I lifted my eyes to meet his, he promptly set his gaze to the floor."I should be asking you that," I said coldly. He looked at me, his eyes bearing the confusion I felt after seeing the footage of him in front of the office."Why did you set Natalie's office on fire?" I asked.I really didn't care for whatever lame reason he was about to spew out, what I really wanted to know was how it was possible that he hadn't managed to grow at all in all these years.For a moment, I saw panic cross his face but it disappeared just as quickly and his frown deepened. "I don't understand what you're talking about," he said.He met my gaze steadily and didn't look away. I almost laughed. The boy had grown wings and he thought staring me down woul

NATALIEI downed two glasses of champagne in quick succession before I felt my heartbeat return to normal.The run in with Vanessa annoyed me and that annoyance was only fueled by the accompanying interaction with Malcolm. Why did he think I cared enough about what he did at the airport or anywhere else? He thought too highly of himself and I hated that he was probably right.Even though I hated to admit it, the news had made me feel sour. Now that I knew it was just an old video, I wasn't sure how to feel. I had no right to be pissed in the first place, so it made no sense that I felt so relieved.My thoughts kept spiraling out of control which only heightened my irritation. I was here in a gala, dissecting a minute long conversation instead of networking.When a waiter arrived with a third tray of wine, I shook my head. I had seen people make a spectacle of themselves at parties one too many times because they had a little too much to drink.I looked across the room and caught a gli

NATALIE I felt my body moving quickly even though my brain seemed to be firing slower than usual. Vanessa was leaving, and knowing her, she was probably about to go and run her big mouth in front of everyone. I couldn't let that happen. I had no idea how to stop her, but I knew she had to be stopped. My life was in Vanessa's snug little hands, in her phone with the bright pink pouch. I couldn't believe it. I heard Malcolm saying something but I wasn't listening. I was dashing past the balcony, down the stairs where Vanessa was disappearing in a hurried descent. I followed, my steps echoing like a gunshot in my head and my head pounding in rhythm with my chest. I felt sweat trailing down my back as I whispered her name, my hands held out to reach her. She turned slightly and I caught a smirk on her face. She was mocking me. She thought she was untouchable even though she was just in range of my reach, courtesy her too tight dress. I grabbed her left shoulder and she stopped, holdi

MALCOLMI pulled my eyes from the TV to look at Natalie.She should be sleeping by now but she wasn't. Her eyes were wide, her hands trembled and she held her phone in front of her face as it rang. She was hyperventilating, her chest heaving back and forth as if she was under attack.I rushed to her bedside and held her shoulders. "It's okay, it's okay," I said but even to my ears the words sounded insufficient. Things were far from okay and saying that they were okay meant nothing at all."What should I do?" She asked in a breathy whisper. I heard the fear in her voice and it rattled me."Mrs. Gravestone keeps calling. What should I do?"Tears continued to stream down her face and my fingers itched to wipe them away but I hesitated. "I'll take care of this," I said quickly.But she was already shaking her head as I spoke. She looked up to the ceiling, her eyes rolling back in their sockets. "It's over," she said and the dismay in her tone surprised me. Why was she giving up already?