Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 1015 Chapter 1016: Maia could only manage a resigned smile. Kathie always worried about her love life, not knowing this so-called "bodyguard" was actually her legal husband. Still, Maia herself was curious about how Chris would answer and kept her eyes fixed on him. Chris thought it over briefly before saying, "I have a girlfriend." He hesitated for a moment, then added, "And she's the best woman in the world." "Sweet and kind." Kathie let out a heavy sigh, a hint of regret washing over her. Chris was a good-looking guy, and yet, he already had someone special.

When Chris spoke, Maia smiled faintly, thinking he knew just how to charm her at the perfect moment. Meanwhile, Ethan balled his fists so tightly that his injury flared up, making him wince. Chris was indeed a playboy! Even with a girlfriend, he still lingered around Maia. Plus, Ethan always sensed that Chris looked at Maia differently-not like a bodyguard watching over his client. This only steeled Ethan's resolve to keep that jerk Chris away from Maia. He also planned to update JusticeBlaze, so no one would get the wrong idea about Maia.

At the Nelson family villa, Rosanna made her way toward Austen's door. Just behind her, a maid carried a bottle of fine dessert wine on a tray. "I'll take it," Rosanna said, grabbing the tray and motioning for the maid to knock on the door. Your adventure awaits at gαℓησνs․c〇m The maid stepped forward carefully, knocked, then stepped back and turned away. A laid-back voice called from inside, "Who is it?" "It's me, Rosanna," she replied softly. "I brought the wine you asked for, Mr. Nelson." Rosanna wore a high-slit dress that gave off a graceful, seductive vibe.

It was her way of feeling out the situation. With Axell out today, the timing was perfect for her to make a move on Austen. Almost immediately, the door swung open from the inside. Austen, shirtless, gave her a once-over. "Come on in. Wine's best enjoyed together," he said with a welcoming smile. "Why not stay for a drink?" Rosanna met his gaze and nodded. "Alright." The bedroom held a chill that mingled with a charged stillness, as if the very air waited for something to happen.

With an almost careless air, Austen reached for a black shirt draped over the chair and rolled his shoulder as he slid into it. He made no move to fasten the buttons, leaving his chest and sculpted abs exposed through the loose opening. A quiet dominance clung to the space, warning any intruder that this was his ground. For a heartbeat, Rosanna could do nothing but watch. There was a dangerous energy about Austen, even though she was meant to be the one closing in on her prey. . . .