Return Of The Real Heiress: Secrets And Masks novel Chapter 464

Chapter 464 

Yulia found herself growing increasingly uncontrollable as she spoke. Her hand rose slowly, hesitantly inching toward Morris’s face. She didn’t dare touch it, so she extended a single finger, carefully tracing the contours of Morris’s face. 

After a moment, she pulled her hand back, steadying herself mentally. Once she felt fully prepared, she reached out again. this time inching closer, aiming toward the tip of Morris’s prominent nose. 

Just as her finger was about to graze the tip of his nose, Morris’s eyes snapped open without warning. His hand shot out, gripping her wrist with such force that it seemed a crack could be heard. 

Then, with all his strength, he flung her backward, sending her stumbling several steps until she hit the wall. Yulia was struck by both pain and shock, frozen against the wall, not daring to move or utter a sound. 

She stared in disbelief at Morris lying on the bed, thinking, ‘Just moments ago, he seemed deeply unconscious. How could he suddenly wake up without any warning?” 

It took her a moment to collect herself. Trembling, she stammered, “Y–You… Morris, weren’t you still unconscious? How are you…?” 

Morris, who had been staring at the ceiling, piecing everything together, immediately understood when he heard her voice. 

It was that voice–the one he had despised from the very beginning–that had manipulated him step by step, using Cherise’s life to lure him away from the Chivers Group and into this trap. 

Yulia, seeing that Morris remained motionless, simply staring blankly at the ceiling, took a deep breath to steady her nerves. Summoning her courage, she inched toward the bed again. 

Once closer, she bit her lip and tentatively asked, “Morris, are you awake? Are you hungry? I can get something for you to 

eat.” 

Hearing Yulia’s voice and catching her lingering scent in this dark, airless room, Morris glared angrily at her. He tried to sit up, desperate to leave this place, but discovered that his lower body refused to move. 

At that moment, with Yulia right in front of him, Morris was certain that he had been cursed. Realizing this, he roared, “Get out! You vile, disgusting woman–get out!” 

Yulia had never been insulted like this before, especially not by the man she admired. The word “disgusting” struck her like a bomb, shattering her completely. 

Any innocence her gaze once held was obliterated in an instant. What remained was a mix of possessiveness, resentment, rage, and envy. 

“Why is it that Cherise can have you, but I can’t?” she demanded, her voice rising in a jealous, hysterical frenzy, a stark contrast to her usual demeanor. 

Morris focused entirely on testing the strength left in his body, refusing to even acknowledge Yulia’s presence. But when she mentioned Cherise’s name, a dark fury reignited within him. 

“You’re not worthy of saying her name,” he spat coldly. “Hearing it come from the mouth of a woman like you–someone who resorts to such underhanded tactics—is an insult to her. 

“I don’t care what methods you used to bring me here, nor do I care what your purpose is. I command you to lift whatever curse or spell you’ve put on me immediately. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee you’ll be able to handle the consequences.” 

Yulia, hearing his words, suddenly burst into laughter. She sneered, “Let you go? How could I possibly do that? My grandmother and I went to great lengths to get you here. 

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to just release you? You still haven’t answered me–why can 

“It wasn’t an easy decision to make, and now you expect me to just release Cherise have you, but I can’t? 

“Why is it that she gets your love, and I don’t? What ma 

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her so special? Is it just because she’s a little prettier than the rest 

“Hah! Men are all the same. You’re nothing more than a shallow creature who falls for a pretty face. I’ve liked you ever since the day I saw you in my parents‘ office!” 

Her voice grew more erratic as she inched closer to Morris; she was on the verge of an emotional breakdown. 

Morris’s disgust only deepened, his brows furrowing tightly. He said, “Stay away from me. Get out of my sight. You don’t deserve to even speak her name. 

“You’ll never measure up to her–in any way. You’re not even worth a strand of her hair. You make me sick. Leave. Now.” 

His voice wasn’t loud, but every word dripped with contempt, each syllable cutting deeper than the last. 

Though the words stung, Yulia didn’t lash out in anger this time. Instead, she stared at him, her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white. 

After a brief silence, she let out a cold laugh and replied, “Morris, you really are loyal, aren’t you? I almost feel bad about keeping you here with me. Almost. 

“But no, I can’t bear to let you go. Oh, and wasn’t your dear grandmother just showing off the date for your wedding to Cherise? 

“Tell me, how is she going to flaunt it without a groom? Without you, who is Cherise going to walk down the aisle with? Oh wait, silly me–of course, she could! 

“With her looks, she could have a line of men ready to take your place with just the crook of her finger. But you? You’ll stay here with me. 

“Be good, Morris. One day, you’ll change the way you see me–I’m sure of it. Rest well. Once you’ve calmed down, I’ll come back to see you.” With that, she turned and left the room.