Chasing The Fierce Heiress

With that, she took out a dress from the wardrobe and rushed to another room to change clothes.

She didn’t want Alexander to see her do that halfway; she didn’t dare to imagine what would happen.

Besides, even if Alexander let her go again, it wouldn’t be good for her to torment him again, would it?

After putting her dress on and washing up, Heather saw Alexander coming out of her bedroom with cold air.

“Would you like to drink warm water or something?” she asked, somewhat guiltily. He had taken two cold showers in the morning, which was a real torment.

“No need,” he said lightly. “I’m healthier than you think.”

She put her hands over her face shyly. Why did she seem to think of something strange when she heard Alexander’s usual words? She hurried to walk downstairs. “Come on, let’s get something to eat. I’m hungry!”

In the kitchen downstairs, Alexander took out French toast and fruit pancakes that he had made and set them on the table in the dining room.

Heather sat at the table, chin in hand. She watched Alexander as he bustled around. He looked so handsome while doing housework!

“What are you looking at?” He handed her a fruit pancake. “Have breakfast.”

“Oh.” She took the pancake, tasted it, and felt her heart was full of happiness!

This was really delicious! His cooking was as good as some chefs’!

It was tough to imagine that it was made by Alexander, the president who was busy working!

“Yummy, yummy!” She marveled as she ate.

He smiled softly. “Slow down, I won’t compete with you for it.”

“Alexander…” She looked at him curiously, but his face suddenly darkened. She hurried to correct herself, “Alex, why can you do everything?”

His eyes were deep as he answered, “Because I want you to meet a better me.”

Her cheeks went red. He got her! Why could Alexander speak so sweetly? It seemed that he learned all this for her!

“You have such a glib tongue!” she muttered. “I suppose you learned it for your future wife. I wonder who’s going to marry you. She’ll be very lucky…”

Thinking that there would be other women around Alexander in the future, she felt strangely uncomfortable. What was wrong with her?

She was in a trance. She hadn’t known Alexander for a long time, but why did she care so much about him?

He smiled. “Do you think you’re very lucky, too?”

She froze, and her cheeks turned even redder. Why did Alexander tease her again?

“Heather, my future wife, can only be you,” he began, looking serious. “I’m dating you for marriage.”

She was so scared that she almost threw her fork away. “Really? You’re kidding! So suddenly?”

“I’m not kidding,” he said, looking more serious. “I heard that after graduation, your mom and your dad were married and got a marriage license. If you want, we can also directly get a marriage license after you graduate.”

“Stop, stop, stop it!” She thought her tongue was a little tight. “I’ve never thought of getting married or anything!”

“Then when you think it over, remember to tell me,” his eyes were very deep as he spoke, “and I’ll marry you.”

She felt her heart was about to jump out of her mouth. Every word Alexander said seemed to have magic power, making her sweet and warm and filling her heart with happiness.

“I’m, I’m full…” she shyly put down her fork and ran straight to the study.

She closed the door of the study hastily and leaned against it, panting.

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Why did he treat her with such affection when they had only met for a few days? If he was lying to her on purpose, it was impossible! Besides, if he was lying to her, did he need to try so hard?

All of a sudden, a knock on the door sounded. She was so startled that she hurried. to ask, “What do you want again?”

“I bring you some food,” he said in a warm voice outside the door. “You can eat when you’re hungry.”

So he could tell she wasn’t full? She felt her stomach. She couldn’t resist the temptation of delicious food at all.

She opened the door, and he came in with a plate.

“You… It would be best if you hurried to the office. It would be best if you weren’t late,” she said.

His eyes flashed with light. “I won’t be late. It’s Saturday today.”

“Huh?” Her eyes instantly widened. So Alexander wasn’t going anywhere?

She said quickly, “I, I have to work on my graduation project.”

“I won’t disturb you,” he said and sat down directly.

She asked with a troubled face, “But aren’t you supposed to be busy?”

“Yes,” he said lightly, “so I’m going to give myself a holiday and spend some quality time with you.”

In a flash, she wanted to cry but had no tears to shed. If Alexander stayed in the room with her, she would be… very nervous.

She moved slowly to the drawing board, but before she could draw, she heard her phone ring again.

She thought it was great nice to have something to interrupt the awkward atmosphere.

She answered the phone hastily. “What’s the matter?”

“Heather, you’d better go read the post at once,” Leila urged her. “More and more people are scolding you up there now! You’d better find a way to solve it!”

Heather was astonished. How could a single post blackening her name possibly be influential? But judging by Leila’s tone, it was not that simple.

“All right, I’ll go and read it now.” She nodded in agreement.

Then she went to the computer, turned it on, and logged into the school forum.

“Damn it…” She resisted the impulse to swear when she saw the post.

She had caught the post saying she was kept as a mistress at a glance because there were many comments in it.

She clicked open the post and saw some photos. They were taken while she was sitting in Alexander’s car last night!

The person writing the post described in a weird tone the value of the car added that Heather Denmark usually didn’t spend much money, and she was clearly not from a rich family and then concluded that a rich man must have kept her!

There were many people misleading others in the comments below the post. Then the situation got worse, and now almost everyone believed that she was really being kept as a mistress!

Heather clenched her teeth in anger. The moment she saw the photos, she knew who had created the post!

Malcolm Carter and Helen Jenkins. She had met them last night. They must have been the ringleaders!