NovelOnlineChapter 250 | Need a Favor
After dinner, Sloane stayed with Tessa in the living room for a bit of conversation.
Though Tessa was getting on in years, she was still energetic and witty. She held Sloane's hand and said with a
hint of anticipation, “Lucas said you'll be staying here until school starts next year. When you have time, come
keepcompany and chat. That boy’s always busy, and this house gets so quiet. With you here, it finally feels a
little livelier.”
Sloane smiled and nodded. “Alright. Just don’t blme if I'm too boring.”
The two chatted a while longer until the housekeeper cin to remind Tessa it was tfor bed. Tessa finally
ended the conversation, reluctantly, and said goodnight.
As soon as Sloane returned to her room, Molly knocked on the door.
“Ms. Rivers, this is from Mr. Hawthorne,” Molly said with a smile, handing her a delicate diffuser with a faint
lavender scent. “This lavender scent is supposed to help with sleep.”
Sloane accepted it. “Thank you, Molly.”
Molly nodded, her tone warm and concerned. “Get srest, Ms. Rivers. If you need anything, just call me.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSloane gave her a smile and watched her leave before softly closing the door.
She set the diffuser on her bedside table. The gentle lavender aroma slowly spread through the room, soothing
and calming.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, playing with the diffuser in her hands, Sloane made up mind.
her
Lucas didn’t get back to the villa until well past midnight. Normally, he would've stayed at the condo near his
office when it got this late. But now that Sloane was living here, he couldn't wait to chome. Just knowing she
was under the sroof gave him peace of mind.
He tiptoed up the stairs, but when he passed by Sloane’s room, his steps unconsciously slowed. The door was
shut, but a soft light glowed through the crack-clearly, she was still awake.
Lucas stood outside, frowning slightly as a wave of worry swept over him. Was she uncomfortable in this
environment? Or... was she having nightmares again, like last time?
Back when he had been forced to stay over at her apartment, she'd had a terrible nightmare in the middle of the
night-only his blood had been able to bring her back.
Lucas suspected her years in the asylum had left a deep psychological scar.
His hand hovered over the doorknob, hesitating.
Before he could decide, the door suddenly opened.
Sloane stood there in a soft white nightdress, the hem brushing her knees. The light fabric swayed with her
movements. Her long hair hung loosely over her shoulders, and in the warm glow of the lamp, her features
looked especially delicate and serene. Her eyes were still heavy with sleep.
Lucas froze for a second, unable to look away.
“You're back?” Sloane yawned lightly. “It’s late. Did something happen?”
“No,” Lucas said softly, his tone unusually gentle. “I was just passing by. | saw your light was still on and wanted
to check if you were having trouble sleeping.”
Sloane rubbed her eyes, her voice lazy and drowsy. “No, | was reading and lost track of time. | was just about to
go to bed.”
“Alright then. Get srest,” Lucas said quietly. “Goodnight.”
He turned and began to walk away.
“Lucas.”
He stopped immediately and turned back. “Yeah? What is it?”
Sloane looked at him seriously. “Do you have ttomorrow? | need a favor.”
“I'do,” Lucas answered without hesitation, his tone almost eager. “I'm free.”
Sloane gave a faint smile. “Then I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight.”
With that, she gently closed the door.
Lucas stood in the hallway, staring at the closed door, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Goodnight.”
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