Ready to Rule: The Real Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 3

Connor froze, completely thrown off guard.

His eyesight had always been poor due to an old injury, especially in the dark. Now, with poison clouding his mind, everything seemed fuzzy. He couldn’t make out Lydia’s face at all, but he felt her lips brush against his. They were impossibly soft, with a hint of sweetness that lingered.-

Without thinking, his lips moved ever so slightly. That tiny reaction was all it took. Lydia shot up like she’d been zapped, scrambling away from him, her cheeks burning. “You… you jerk!”

She wiped her mouth hard with the back of her hand. For a second, she wanted to slap him, but remembered he was injured. So, still fuming, she spun around and stormed off.

Just her luck, really.

She’d tried to save someone and ended up losing her first kiss to a total creep.

Connor lay on the ground, watching her blurry figure disappear into the rain. He held a small object tightly in his hand and murmured, “I’ll find you.”

Drenched from head to toe, Lydia trudged down the mountain carrying her medicine basket. She reached the front gate of the Smith family’s old house, only to spot a mud-splattered figure standing up from near the wall. The man rushed toward her, grinning from ear to ear. “Miss! I’ve finally found you!”

Startled, Lydia dodged to the side as the muddy man nearly collided with her. He stumbled, then flashed an awkward, toothy smile. “Sorry, Miss. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

Lydia eyed him warily. “Who are you?”

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify