The Devil's Love For The Heiress by LiLhyz

Chapter 23: Kate’s Questions (1)

“If I tell you, you’d have to marry me. Can you handle that, Kate?” The idea of marrying Carlos for a simple answer would seem like the most sweeping solution to Kate’s growing desire. She thought about it and hinted, “Then, tell me.” “How did you – Wait. What did you say?” Carlos asked, his grey eyes intensely looking at her. Kate gulped and repeated, “I insist you tell me what is inside that chamber pendant.” Carlos did not look away. A slight grin formed on his face, and he clarified, “Kate if I tell you, you’d have to marry me.”

Kate’s cheeks burned, and the butterflies in her stomach were partying. How she wanted this to be the end of her longing. She opened her mouth, prepared to accept the unusual proposal, regardless of whether he was joking. “I -”

Her stomach growled, and both Carlos and Kate stilled. “It’s – it’s nothing -” Kate’s stomach growled again, this time louder than the last. Carlos wound up laughing. His eyes thinned, all while his grey orbs gleamed. By how he beamed at her, Kate was sent into dreamland. She could not get enough of how gorgeous he looked when he smiled.

“Let’s get some food into your stomach,” he suggested.

enough,’ she silently protested, but who was she to go against the loud rumbling of her stomach? It was at it again, the second when Carlos offered his hand. “You really are hungry,” Carlos remarked. After Kate took his hand,

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before the bank seized the house. Kate wandered on her own until she came face to face with a portrait of Carlos’ family. Manuel Ronaldo had that vibrant smile on his face as he held young Carlos in his hand. The same could be said with Agnes Ronaldo’s sparkling eyes. “It isn’t the original, but it’s good enough,” Carlos said, also looking at the picture

it, Carlos, but maybe… maybe, you leaving was meant to be.” She shifted her attention to him and declared, “I’m happy that you got this house back and that you kept your parent’s

want to tell you, and I promise

Ronaldo, Sir. Food is ready,” a young man in his early twenties said. Seeing Kate,

“Oliver, this is Kate.” While Kate speculated how

Kate turned to Carlos, but he simply dismissed his assistant’s comment, leading her to where their brunch was set up. With Carlos’ cradling her hand, Kate completely forgot about Oliver. She was yet again on cloud nine. She remembered how Carlos used to hold her hand in high school, but this one felt more exciting. Voltz of electricity ran through her body, and her knees turned weak. Kate sighed, knowing this was exactly how she had imagined and hoped it would feel. As they walked hand in hand, she earnestly did not want her day to end. They ate by the patio of Carlos’ home. The cook prepared some of Kate’s favorite dishes, including spicy pork ribs and her most cherished spicy calamari. She genuinely loved her meal, and at the end of her late brunch, she said,