The Heiress He Underestimated novel Chapter 55

Chapter 55 Patterns In The Clouds

Lunch was a simple affair in the bright sunroom. Sandwiches, soup, a pot of herbal tea she insisted was good for his nervous system. They talked of safe things–the progress of the new cell cultures, a seabird that had built an improbably messy nest on a lower cliff ledge, the latest absurdity from her father, who had apparently given an interview claiming he was consulting with his “son–in–law” on a major philanthropic venture.

“He’s building a house of cards on a windy beach,” Drakonius observed, sipping his tea. “It’s impressive in its own reckless way.”

“He’s always been good at believing his own stories,” Elera said, pushing a piece of bread around her plate. “It’s how he sleeps at night.”

“And how do you sleep at night?” he asked, the question slipping out before he could stop it.

She looked up, surprised. “What do you mean?”

“With all of it. The secrets. The pressure. The man whose life is literally in your hands, currently chewing soup across from you.” He tried to make it light, but the question was deadly serious.

She was quiet for a long moment, looking out at the frost–bright garden. “I don’t sleep much,” she admitted finally, her voice soft. “I run scenarios. I review data. I plan the next day’s work. My mind… it doesn’t quiet easily.” She looked back at him. “It hasn’t for a very long time.”

There it was again. That glimpse of the person behind the roles. The lonely, overclocked mind that had found solace in building secret worlds–whether of medicine, or perhaps, of fiction.

“Before the gala,” he said, changing the subject, though it was all connected in his mind. “We should go into the city. Briefly. There’s a tailor I use. He’s discreet. He’ll come to a private location. You’ll need a dress.”

“I have a dress,” she said automatically.

“For a literary gala?” He raised an eyebrow. “I’ve seen your wardrobe here. It’s all sweaters and lab coats. You’ll need something… appropriate.”

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