Claimed by the Crown Heir novel Chapter 136

Vanessa huddled under the blankets, leaving only her luminous eyes peeking out.

"Headache?"

He walked over to the edge of the bed, his voice a low rumble.

"I'm alright," she murmured. "My dress..."

"It would be a tragedy to wrinkle such a beautiful gown in your sleep, wouldn't it?"

The corner of Alistair's mouth curved upward into a teasing smirk. "Relax, I didn't take advantage of you."

"..."

"Get dressed and come down for breakfast."

Vanessa stepped out of the room, following the hallway down the stairs. The living room was breathtakingly luxurious, featuring authentic masterpiece paintings on the walls and antique porcelain displayed on the shelves. Every square inch radiated the profound wealth and heritage of a top-tier billionaire family.

In the dining room.

Alistair sat at the table. The morning sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft golden halo over his sharply defined features.

His long fingers scrolled casually on his phone. His jawline was razor-sharp, his nose perfectly straight—every angle looked like a flawless masterpiece sculpted by God.

Even though he was just sitting there quietly, he exuded an aura of aristocratic aloofness that was both grounding and overwhelmingly dominant.

Vanessa stood a short distance away, completely mesmerized, forgetting to look away.

Sensing her bold stare, Alistair lifted his eyes to meet hers.

"Come here."

His deep, magnetic voice carried a natural intimacy.

Vanessa's face flushed. She walked over and sat down beside him.

Keeping her eyes downcast, she quietly started eating her oatmeal.

Alistair set his phone down, looking at her with a low, serious tone.

"Since we're officially dating now, have you considered moving in with me?"

Was this an invitation to live together?

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