The Returned Heiress Who Had It All (Cassia) novel Chapter 129

Chapter 129 What a Schemer

Oh my God!

Well, I guess it makes sense. With my looks and top–notch management skills, it’s no wonder Mr. Grey would notice me

But–oh no, what should I do? I’m already married! My kid

already in high school!

“G–greetings, Mr. Grey! I–I’m Alice Lambert from HR-”

Draven walked right past Alice and stopped at Cassia’s table, sitting across from her.

Cassia hadn’t seen him coming. When she felt the cafeteria go strangely quiet, she looked up in confusion.

Before she could even react, she crashed straight into a super handsome face.

He had sharp brows, a straight nose, and deep eyes that held a kind of dangerous, devastating beauty.

“You’re here?”

“I’m here.”

They spoke at the same time.

“Huh? He’s not here for Alice?”

“Hold on–that woman’s date is Mr. Grey?”

“Alice actually thought he came for her! Haha!”

Whispers spread through the scene like wildfire.

The moment Draven sat down, it was like a slap to both Nyla and Alice.

Alice’s smile froze. She stood there awkwardly, feeling her face burn so hot that she could swear it could fry an egg.

Half the people on the spot were staring at her. She just wanted to vanish.

Covering her face, she practically ran away, hiding in the shadows, too embarrassed to show herself.

Cassia opened the stainless–steel lunchbox. The rich smell of chicken soup instantly filled the cafeteria. Even a few chefs poked their heads out from the kitchen to take a look.

Seven grabbed two sets of utensils from the kitchen, washed them, and set them in front of Draven and Cassia.

Draven picked a drumstick and placed it on his plate.

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Be fadled himself some soup. It was still straming golden and piping hot hominated conuer

He didn’t rush, taking slow, careful sips.

Once it cooled, he pushed aside the shimmering layer of oil and lifted the milky broth to the lips Ary indescribable burst of flavor washed over his tongue.

It was indescribably good.

He took another spoonful.

Cassia waited quietly as Draven drank it sip by sip. Out of respect, she didn’t reach for her phone or leans across the table.

Neither said a word. The silence felt strangely natural.

“Hah, look at her giving him soup! She’s totally trying to get his attention. What a schemer!” Alice muttered from a small decorative window nearby, sneaking glances. She even noticed Cassia’s pretty hair clip and hissed.

Others didn’t say it out loud, but they were thinking the same thing.

When Draven finished, Cassia finally said, “Thanks for the meds last time.”

A tiny smile appeared on his lips–so faint only Cassia noticed.

“No problem. The soup is amazing.”

Then his eyes landed on her hair clip.

“It suits you.”

Cassia raised a brow.

After her shower last night, she went straight to bed after writing. She forgot to take out the hair clip Rosalie had given her and only realized it now.

“But I’m not used to it.”

“Then just be yourself,” Draven said gently, his tone soft and slow.

Cassia nodded. No point in forcing herself to do something she didn’t like.

Rosalie wouldn’t care if she genuinely wanted to be friends.

Thinking that, Cassia took the hair clip off and tucked it into her pocket.

Draven preferred this version of her. Otherwise, she’d be too dazzling, drawing too much attention.

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