บททั้งหมดของ The Forgotten Heiress: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

I finished the last bite of my breakfast before setting the cutlery down.The flight attendant returned a moment later to clear the tray.“May I?”“Yes, thank you.”She smiled politely before walking away with it. I leaned back against my seat and let out a slow breath.My head turned toward the window.The clouds looked so beautiful from up here. The view alone was enough to make anyone feel at peace.Yet…For some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to enjoy it.Something inside me refused to settle. I shifted in my seat. Then crossed one leg over the other.A few seconds later, I uncrossed them again Why was I so restless?I wasn’t afraid of flying.Or heights.I knew it wasn’t the turbulence or even the trip itself.It was Everything that came with it. Despite everything I had discussed with Fox and Blake last night, I still felt unsettled.Spending days pretending to be Mia Roberts and being more careful than I already was just felt exhausting.I shouldn’t feel exhausted knowing I sig

I pulled my jacket closer around myself as I stepped out of the plane. Seattle was colder than I expected Not freezing, but definitely colder than what I was used to.I looked around the airport as I followed Dexter down the stairs.The driver was already waiting near the aircraft with two other men who appeared to be bodyguards.This was actually the first time I had seen bodyguards around Dexter since I started working with him. I wondered what he needed so much protection for.From who?I shook my head. I was just being dramatic. His having bodyguards wasn’t a big deal.It was normal for his kind. I was actually surprised when he didn’t have any in Las Vegas.“Welcome, sir,” the driver greeted as Dexter approached.Dexter nodded.“Everything is ready?”“Yes, sir.” The driver turned to me.“Miss Roberts, your luggage will be taken to the hotel.”“Thank you.”I looked back at my suitcase. For a second, I wondered if I should carry it myself But one of the airport staff had already pic

The elevator doors closed behind us. I stared at the numbers above the door as they began changing.Thirty-oneThirty-two.Thirty-three.My fingers tightened around the key card in my hand.I really didn’t like this but what choice do I have the deed is already done I’ll just have to adapt. It's just a few days I can hold it together there’s no need to overthink it.But my mind refused to listen. I found myself thinking about it all over again.Why couldn’t Dexter just be like other bosses?The type who would book a nice hotel for himself and let his employees stay somewhere else.Or at least on another side of the hotel.Was that too much to ask?I glanced at him. Dexter stood beside me with his hands in his pockets, looking completely relaxed.Of course he was. He probably didn’t even see a problem with this.That was one thing I’d noticed about him since I started working there. Dexter wasn’t a classist.He could be arrogant. Annoying and sometimes completely impossible to understand.

“Do I have something on my face?” Dexter’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts.My eyes widened and I quickly looked away.“No, sir.” My voice shook slightly.Oh God. What was wrong with me?Dexter must have noticed the way I was looking at him like a lost puppy.Shit. Had it been that obvious? I wanted to slap myself back to reality so badly. Damn, I felt so embarrassed right now.Did I really look like some stupid teenager having a crush?Can the ground open up and swallow me already?Why was I even looking at him that way? I could still feel the heat spreading across my face.I lowered my head, pretending to adjust my handbag. Please tell me he didn’t notice.I wished I could read minds right now. What exactly had he seen?Did he notice how my eyes lit up when I saw him Or had he somehow noticed the way my heart started beating faster when those old feelings came rushing back?What exactly had Dexter seen that made him ask me if he had something on his face?Crazy how a man wearing

The waitress placed my plate in front of me.“Grilled chicken with roasted vegetables.”“Thank you.”I replied with a smile.She smiled back before turning toward Dexter.“And your steak, sir.”Dexter nodded, and she walked away.I immediately picked up my fork.God I was starving, and the food looked really good.I took the first bite and almost sighed in relief.This was exactly what I needed after the long day.I glanced at Dexter.He was already eating his steak quietly.For the first few minutes, neither of us spoke, which was probably for the best.After the embarrassment from earlier, I wasn’t exactly interested in starting another conversation that could somehow end with me humiliating myself again.So I focused on my food.“Do you like the food?”Dexter’s voice made me raise my head.He was slicing his steak, not even looking at me.“Yes. It’s good, sir.”“Good.”He took another bite.“If you want anything else, let me know. After all, it’s your treat.”“Okay, sir.”I nodded and con