Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 422:

Tilting her head, her luscious lips curled into a devilish grin. “Mr. Cooper, your kissing skills aren’t all that impressive.”

With that cheeky jab, she made to end the encounter, clean and quick. Chris’s gaze darkened, his voice lowering into a gravelly whisper. “That doesn’t count. Let’s go again.”

Before Maia could so much as blink, he drew her into his arms, lowered his head, and claimed her lips once more.

One hand cradled the back of her head with possessive tenderness; the other anchored firmly at her slender waist, holding her to him as if the world might tear her away. His kiss was no gentle caress. It was a claim, a wildfire, a storm breaking after a long drought.

What began as a fleeting brush deepened into something primal, something that made time forget to tick.

Maia trembled. Her hands instinctively pushed against his chest, trying to create distance. But Chris held her fast, refusing to let go. His dominance left her with no space to retreat, no excuse to resist.

Her earlobes blazed crimson, the heat from his touch setting her nerves aflame. Waves of sensation crashed over her, each stronger than the last, sweeping away all reason.

Her mind blanked out. Her thoughts dissolved. Her hand slipped to his shoulder, then slid behind his back, drawing him closer — responding to him without thought, only instinct.

A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips. Her eyes turned glassy, the desire too thick to fight as she leaned into him.

Just when she surrendered fully to the moment, Chris abruptly broke the kiss. He looked at her flushed face and chuckled low, like thunder rolling in the distance. “So… how was my kissing?”

The sudden end left Maia breathless, as if something vital had been yanked away. A strange emptiness echoed in her chest. She was breathing hard, her face flushed bright red. She bit her lip and muttered, “It’s… okay.”

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“Just okay?” Chris let out a deep laugh. He leaned in close to her ear, brushing his lips near the edge. Almost nibbling her earlobe, he whispered with a satisfied hum, “Yours, though… Yours was incredible. You’ve left me hungry for more.”

Without waiting for a reply, he scooped her up and kissed her again, this time pouring in every drop of passion he’d been holding back.

Meanwhile, back at the Ward family estate, Vince was lounging lazily on the sofa, eyes shut, as if trying to nap away the evening.

Then, the phone rang, shattering the stillness.

“Vince, such a shame you didn’t show up tonight! Do you have any idea how wild and thrilling the Cooper Group’s cocktail party was?”

On the opposite end of the call was Terry Glyn, the fourth-born son of the Glyn household.

Terry’s voice gave away the fact that he had been drinking.

The Glyn family was regarded as one of the four most influential families in Wront. Terry and Vince shared a good relationship and were considered friends.

Vince, suppressing the irritation rising inside him, furrowed his brows and asked, “What’s happening?”noveldrama

“You won’t believe what I witnessed today. It was absolutely unbelievable! My dad was invited to a gala tonight, and I had to plead with him to let me tag along. And guess what? I ran into someone there you’d never expect to see!” Terry exclaimed, hiccupping again.

It was apparent that Terry was completely drunk.

“Just get straight to the point,” Vince said, his patience wearing dangerously thin. He wasn’t in any mood for idle chatter.

“I saw Maia!” Terry shouted with excitement, his words rushing out in a tumble. He paused briefly before continuing, “Oh man, you wouldn’t believe how breathtaking she looked tonight. She was the undeniable star of the whole gala!”

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