Return Of The Heiress For Revenge - Chapter 398

Chapter 398: Found Her!
Chris left the office. When he was walking to the corridors, he paused in front of her office. He could see her sitting in her chair and reading a document with a stern face. A tendril fell on her face. A loose tendril of hair fell across her face, and instead of tucking it behind her ear, she blew it away with a soft breath. The simple motion sent a wave of heat through him.

Chris clenched his fists. His pulse pounded, the ache of wanting her coiling tighter in his gut. She wasn’t just beautiful—she was a storm, drawing him in, pulling him under. He had been with beautiful women before, but this was different. Every time he looked at her, a dark, raw hunger surged through him, one he barely understood and couldn’t control.

The desire to have her growing every passing second.

The way she walked, talked and looked at him, everything turned him on which was strange. He should not feel so lost. He did not understand what happened to him when he looked at her.

“Sir! Do you have any agenda to discuss?” a girl with thick rimmed glasses asked Chris in a polite tone. Only then did he tore his gaze away from Nora. Chris turned abruptly, his body rigid, his breath uneven. A woman with thick-rimmed glasses stood beside him, peering up at him curiously.

He could already feel his bulge yet the woman seemed to be unaware of the tempest he was facing.

“No! Forget it.” he left the office in a haste as Grace watched him leaving.

Nora who was staring at the file intently raised her head to see his leaving back with a smirk on her face.

Benard took the elevator and left the building hurriedly. It was still daytime and when he stopped the car in front of a large building, there was hardly any crowd.

His eyes grazed at the name of the club with increasing hunger. The guard was about to stop the intruder but when he noticed it was Benard, he stopped in his tracks looking surprised.

“Boss! You are here!?” The man had many questions in his mind but he did not dare ask them directly. He looked at the man with a curious gaze.

Benard was not paying him any attention. He went to the corner where the girls were sitting. Feeling presence, they all stood up at once and went to greet him.

The girls were covered in thick makeup. Usually, he would not pay them any attention. But when they wrapped their arms around him, he did not push them away. The desire was burning him so now, he would make do with them.

He looked at a young girl.

“Ah, boss! She has recently been added to the collection. Young and naive. She had just turned eighteen and still not launched in the market. Would you like to try her first?” The man had finally realized the reason for the sudden visit and it brightened him.

Chris watched the girl handling herself naively. It was nothing like Nora, yet when he looked at her brown eyes, he felt a glimpse of her. Perhaps it was her age or the small resemblance, he nodded instinctively.

The man smiled brightly and called for the girl.

“Offer a drink to master Benard. He is a great man. If you serve him well, you would never need to serve anyone else?” the girl’s eyes gleamed at the last words.

She did not need to serve anyone else. She stood up and picked up the most expensive bottle from the table.

“Master Benard! Where would you like to share drinks.” she smiled innocently at him only to make him smirk.,

“I am not in the mood to foreplay.” with that, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her.

Benard barely registered the man’s words. He didn’t care who she was, how new she was. He just needed something—someone—to drown out the fire burning inside him.

He grabbed the girl’s wrist and pulled her along without a word, ignoring the excited murmurs behind him. The corridor leading to the private rooms was dimly lit, each door a gateway to escape, to indulgence. He pushed open a door at the far end, stepping inside without hesitation.

The girl followed, nervous but obedient, her doe-like eyes darting up at him. The room was bathed in low amber light, casting deep shadows over plush furnishings. Benard shut the door behind them, his breath uneven.

Dark, knowing eyes met his, filled with something far too sharp, far too familiar. The soft fall of her hair, the curve of her lips, the way she stood—not fragile, not naïve, but calculating.

For a split second, he was back in the office, staring at her through the glass.

Nora.

His pulse slammed into his ribs. It wasn’t her, and yet—he couldn’t see anyone else. The girl tilted her head slightly, waiting for his command, but all he could see was the woman who had undone him without even trying.

His grip on reality wavered.

“Come closer,” he ordered, his voice rough.

The girl obeyed, stepping forward hesitantly.

Benard reached out, fingertips brushing against her cheek—but in his mind, it wasn’t her skin beneath his touch. It was Nora’s. It was always Nora’s.

His control was slipping, shattering with every breath. He wanted to close his eyes and pretend to lose himself in the illusion.

But then—

The girl smiled.

Not sweetly. Not nervously.

A slow, knowing smirk.

Benard’s breath caught. His fingers curled into a fist.

Because that smirk—that was Nora’s.

His hand reached for her hair and pulled them hard. And then his lips rammed on her with a searing kiss. There was nothing passionate about it but demanding as if he could not have enough of her. The girl was first stunned and then she slowly wrapped her arms around him when he bit her hard.

“Nora! You are going to end up here in my arms only.”