The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In

Chapter 636 Not My Father, Thanks 15% Finished Tessa had kind of forgotten exactly how much Victor had told her about the current leader of the Ashen Pact.

What she did know, though, was that this person wasn't exactly a friend to her mother.

So when Tessa asked about the current person in charge of the Ashen Pact, an inscrutable expression flickered across Victor's face.

"If we're talking about the current leader," he said, "then things get a little... interesting." Tessa was stunned. Interesting? Victor continued, "For years, the identity of the current leader's been a mystery. But now I've gotten a few leads, it's probably Dan." The Ashen Pact had grown stronger by the day; they couldn't afford to let their guard down.

"But then again... maybe not." No previous leader had ever been this secretive. Why the secrecy now? Whatever reason lay behind it, it was anyone's guess.

Tessa asked, "So by your logic, is it possible the current leader's just a puppet?" Victor shook his head. "Unlikely. Your father, Dale, doesn't have the ability to control a puppet leader." Whoever this person was, their rise to power had made a very real impact; the world had taken notice.

At the mention of Dale, Tessa's face instantly darkened. “He's not my father." Father? As far as Tessa was concerned, she didn't have a father like that.

Victor saw the sudden shift in her expression and chuckled, reaching out to feel her forehead. "Still a little warm. Let's head back." The wind outside was chilly today.

She really shouldn't be out in it for too long right now.

Tessa nodded obediently and followed Victor back-only to take two steps and suddenly groan, “Ugh, that hurts.

Victor raised a brow, "What is it?" "My leg, it's worse now." The top of her thigh had already been sore, and after standing out here training for hours, it felt like it was on fire.

Victor muttered, "Troublesome." Despite the complaint, the next second he scooped her up into his arms.

1/3 15:44 Sat, 30 Aug Chapter 636 Not My Father, Thanks Tessa was petite, nowhere near as tall as Stella. In Victor's arms, she really did look like a small girl.

He shifted her weight, testing it. "Have I not been feeding you?" Tessa blinked. "Huh?"> "You weigh about as much as a feather." Tessa fell silent. Did he seriously just compareto a feather? She muttered under her breath, "It's true I haven't really been eating much..." Finished Ever since she cto stay with Victor, there had been all sorts of chaos-starting with the fact that she didn't know how to cook.

In the beginning, she barely managed one meal a day, if that.

Later, the housekeeper calong, but she made real meals, not pig slop-it wasn't like she could fatten Tessa up overnight.

Victor looked down and gave her a sidelong glance, chuckling. "Sounds like someone's complaining." Her muttering had been nothing but one big string of complaints.

"I'm just telling the truth," Tessa said. "Wasn't it all over the place at first?" Honestly, this was the first tin years she'd felt this deprived.

Victor's lips curled into a smile.

He seemed to be enjoying her complaints.

Once they were inside the villa, he carried her straight into the bedroom. "Did you skip your medicine at lunch?” The doctor had said her fever was caused by the injury.

So delicate. Victor thought.

Just that little incident had left her with a full-blown fever.

At the mention of applying medicine, Tessa's face turned scarlet.

Victor raised an eyebrow. "What are you blushing for?" Tessa went quiet. Shouldn't I be blushing? The way this man said it so matter-of-factly, did he think things like that could just happen whenever? Thinking about how it had all started as part of their "deal," her eyes turned red and her nose did too.

She looked completely miserable Victor frowned. "What's with you?" Tessa turned away and lay down, curling up in the blanket. Her voice cmuffled. “It's nothing." 2/3 15:44 Sat, 30 Aug 0 Chapter 636 Not My Father, Thanks She was feeling a little miserable.

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Victor said, "I know women from Rivermount tend to romanticize that kind of thing. Seven save their first tfor their wedding night. But that was ages ago. You're still that conservative?"

Tessa was stunned. Was this really something to talk about so casually? Forget it this wasn't the tfor that kind of conversation.

Victor, seeing she didn't respond, opened the medicine and put on gloves. "Take your pants off." Tessa sat bolt upright. "I can do it myself." Just hearing the words take your pants off had her on full alert.

"Or I can have the housekeeper help you," he offered.

"You sure about that?" Tessa went quiet.

No, she wasn't.

If the housekeeper helped, she'd be even more embarrassed. "I'll do it myself." So she had no choice..

Victor's gaze darkened as he looked at her. Tessa squirmed under it.

"I mean..." she stammered. What kind of look is that? Couldn't she do it herself? Victor asked, "Shy?" Tessa replied, "Is that not okay?"

What was with his tone? So calm, so composed. If he hadn't ravaged her that night, she might've started to wonder if he had skind of problem. Then again, if this was the problem, the way he spoke-so utterly detached and desireless, definitely fit.

Victor said flatly, "I've already seen everything." 4.7K