The Returned Heiress Who Had It All (Cassia) novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135 Their Conversation

“Yes, I’ll get it ready right away.” The waiter quickly went to make the arrangements.

In less than ten minutes, Cassia had changed into a fresh set of clothes.

Draven was the Grey heir. Anyone who could pull strings for the Greys wasn’t just some random worker. They had to be at his level.

As far as she knew, Ned only had one grandson–Draven.

Then the one who gave her that job yesterday was…

“Is there something on my face?” Draven’s voice was low and smooth. He lifted his eyes, a lazy, teasing smile playing there.

“Your face is clean,” Cassia remarked plainly.

Draven’s skin was flawless–fair, yet still masculine.

“Is that a compliment?” His eyes flicked with amusement, and his smile made her a little dizzy.

Cassia’s calm mask wavered for a moment in front of that ridiculously handsome face–but only briefly.

“You can think so.”

“Atelier Zrario is owned by the Greys.”

“I can tell.”

Just then, the waiter knocked and came in, followed by a steady stream of beautifully presented dishes. Many of them were Cassia’s favorites.

It was a seafood platter.

Bright slices of squid, oysters, shrimp, scallops, roasted chicken, fish fillet, and asparagus were arranged like a vibrant flower garden. Even looking at it lifted her mood.

There were delicious grilled salmon and potstickers as well.

She loved everything–except celery.

Draven noticed she wasn’t touching it.

“You’re anemic. This is good for you,” he said, explaining why he ordered it.

“I don’t like it.” Cassia frowned, sounding a bit stubborn.

Draven looked helpless, but he also found her rare stubbornness kind of cute.

“It tastes good. At least try a bit. The chefs here are top–notch,” he coaxed, like she was a child.

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“It’s still celery: Cassia glanced at it disdainfully, then reached out and spun the turntable to push the dish

Her mood instantly improved.

Warching her little act, something inside Draven softened.

As he’d said before, she was just a normal girl who needed care, She needed someone to warm her.

He called a waiter over. “Take the celery away. Bring spinach, chicken liver, beef, portobello mushrooms…..

Cassia realized every one of those helped with anemia.

“You know a lot about anemia?”

“Not really,” Draven said, looking at her. “I looked it up.”

Surprise flashed in her eyes. When their gazes met, it felt like a soft brush across her heart, sending light ripples.

She steadied herself, lowered her eyes, and kept eating.

After lunch, Draven offered to drive her home.

It was still drizzling. Since she’d just changed, she didn’t want to get wet, so she agreed.

Draven dropped her off near Wood Manor. As he watched her walk away, he imagined how coldly she’d be treated the moment she stepped inside. His brows tightened, shadowing his expression.

Before Cassia even reached the door, she heard Vance laughing loudly inside.

“Mom, the orphanage director likes Cassia. That useless girl actually did something–she got the autistic kid out of his room. Mr. Zimmer was thrilled and bought tons of our stuff. I made a killing!”

“So she’s useful after all?”

“Exactly. I keep her around because she looks good and sometimes helps land deals. Otherwise, who’d waste time raising a freak jinx?”

Cassia stepped inside and changed into house slippers. Vance and Victoria only glanced at her once before continuing their conversation.

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