Chapter 991

Ralph checked his watch; it was precisely 9:00 p.m. He raised a hand and knocked on the door, fiddling uneasily with his collar. He'd intended to dress formally for tonight's date, but as he was about to tie his tie, Celine passed by. "It's so late," she remarked, glancing at him. "Are you going to a formal dinner? You're dressed quite grandly!" Her words were innocent, yet they jolted him. He wasn't attending a grand event. Even for a date, this was his home, his domain. They were both single, meeting late at night. Heather must have considered the implications of the time and place when she extended the invitation. Surely, she understood what might transpire under such circumstances, yet she still invited him. Could her intentions mirror his own?

Considering this, Ralph loosened his tie, removed his carefully chosen suit, and rolled up his shirt sleeve. After a look in the mirror, he unbuttoned two collar buttons, revealing his neckline. He found the effect rather alluring. He studied his reflection from various angles, combed his hair, and smiled with self-satisfaction, adjusting his hair twice more before grinning triumphantly. If tonight went smoothly, he'd win the young lady's heart, secure their marriage, and seize control of the Riggs family's property. Afterward...he'd acquire the Russell family's wealth and eliminate Alexander. What a glorious future! He could barely contain his anticipation.

Leaving the room, Ralph selected a fine red wine, placing it on a tray with two glasses and snacks. He instructed the maid to deliver it to Heather's room. The tray was placed outside the door, and Ralph dismissed the maid with a wave. He paused, reconsidering. "No one is to enter without my order," he whispered, "let alone disturb the young mistress and myself. Do you understand?" Reassured by the maid's acknowledgment and departure, he cleared his throat and adjusted his collar, his unease lingering.

Heather, possessing the acute hearing honed by years of kickboxing, had been aware of the movements outside her door. Seeing it was Ralph, however, her alertness subsided. She didn't open the door, choosing instead to wait for him. Hearing the knock at precisely 9:00 p.m., she smirked, noting his punctuality. She strolled to the door in her slippers, taking her time. Opening the door, she declared, "I'm here, my love!"

Ralph, leaning against the door with one hand while carrying the tray with the other, struck a pose, a charming smile playing on his lips. His smile faltered, however, at the sight that greeted him. Heather immediately turned and retreated into the room, not even glancing at him. He was left staring at her back, stunned.

"Heather..." he called, unable to bear the silence. He hurried after her, exclaiming, "Look, I'm punctual! Did you call me here to tell me something? Or...is there something you want to do?" He quickly closed the door behind him and followed her at a discreet pace.