The Returned Heiress Who Had It All (Cassia) novel Chapter 112

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Chapter 112 The Host’s Identity

“He’s inside? Can you tell me who it is first?”

Her tone was calm, but her guard was up.

Jason smiled, the corners of his lips curving with polite confidence. “You don’t need to worry,

Ms. Wood. You’re safe with him.”

He didn’t elaborate. Instead, he reached out and pushed open the door.

As soon as Cassia crossed the threshold, the door closed softly behind her.

The dimness inside wrapped around her like velvet. Her pulse kicked up as her eyes adjusted to the soft flicker of light.

The ceiling lights were off.

Only three crimson candles burned on a round dining table in the center of the room, their flames swaying in a gentle rhythm.

The curtains had been drawn wide open, and through the glass, the city shimmered under the night sky.

The glow from the candles washed the room in shades of amber and rose.

Two sets of gleaming silverware rested neatly on the table, with two crystal glasses and a bottle of Bordeaux from 1982 waiting between them.

Beside one of the plates lay a single red rose. Around it, rose petals had been scattered like drops of color against white linen.

A faint fragrance filled the air. It was subtle but intoxicating, something that stirred warmth in her chest.

The whole room felt deliberate. Intimate. Romantic.

Cassia’s chest tightened. This feels like a date.

Then came the voice. Deep. Familiar. Smooth as velvet. “Ms. Wood,” it said from across the table. “It’s been a long time.”

He was there. The man she knew. The one who had once fed her with his own hands, who hac laughed beside her under casino lights while gemstones glittered between them. Draven sat at

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the table, his posture effortless, his expression unreadable yet warm.

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His eyes were magnetic, the kind that pulled people in without warning. Cassia had always believed she could control her composure, but the moment she met that gaze, her restraint melted away. It felt like sinking into warm water, unable and unwilling to come up for air.

And that smile–gentle and dangerous all at once–could make the strongest person forget how to think.

“Draven?” Cassia’s voice came out in disbelief.

She stared at him, her heart pounding against her ribs.

Everything clicked into place. The roses. The invitation. The car. Every moment that had seemed strange and grand tonight was now crystal clear. It was all him. Every bit of it.

“Come here.”

Draven’s voice slid through the candlelit room, smooth and assured. His smile held a wicked charm, and he lifted his hand in a gesture that felt impossible to ignore.

Cassia moved toward him without thinking. Her mind tried to keep up, but her body had already chosen for her.

“I thought you already flew back to Vrastin,” she said.

She asked Jake to check on Draven after their gemstone gambling night. Jake had insisted Draven go home.

So why was he in Zrario now?

She guessed he must have come for work.

“Winter calls for red wine and steak. It fills a hungry stomach.” Draven held her gaze. “You didn’t eat the whole day. So sit. Eat.”

The blunt honesty in his voice made her laugh. A small laugh. A bright one. It slipped out before she could stop it.

He was funny in a quiet way.

This man had flown across the country. This man had rented out a hotel. This man knew she had spent the entire day starving inside her room.

It made her wonder if he always watched out for her. Even when she wasn’t looking.

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She took in the room again. The candles. The wine. The calm glow across the table. Her heart eased for the first time in hours.

She pulled out a chair and sat.

Draven saw her smile again. His smile grew in response.

“You should smile more,” he said. “You look breathtaking when you do.” He leaned his elbow on the table and rested his chin on his hand. His eyes followed her with a soft focus that made the

air warmer.

“I wish I could laugh whenever I wanted,” Cassia said. She stared at the blank plate in front of her. “Life makes it hard sometimes.”

Then she looked at him. “But I’m fine. Really.”

She let out a slow breath. “Right now, this smile is real.”

Two plates of A5 Kobe sirloin arrived. The server set them down, and the fragrance drifted toward them like a promise.

“Go on,” Draven said. His voice gentled again.

Cassia had already eaten at the party, yet the smell of the steak warmed her mood.

And it awakened her appetite.

She lifted her fork and knife, cut a small square, and tasted it. The flavor spread across her tongue like velvet.

It was delicious.

Draven watched her chew. His expression softened in a way most people never saw.

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