The Heiress They Lost Came Back Overpowered

Leo Grant froze for a moment, the corners of his mouth lifting into a fond, helpless smile.

"Of course you can, but from now on, let me be the one to take the initiative."

No matter how many steps separate us, all you ever have to do is stand still. You don’t need to move an inch, because I will always be the one to rush toward you, unwavering and without a second thought.

With that, he slowly lowered his head, leaning in closer to her.

Yvonne Lowell suddenly grew nervous, unsure how to react.

Just as their lips were about to touch, she heard Leo Grant let out a soft chuckle. "Close your eyes."

Hearing his voice, Yvonne Lowell’s mind hadn’t even processed it before her body reflexively shut her eyes.

The next second, she felt a warm sensation and subconsciously pursed her lips.

Leo Grant’s breathing instantly fell into disarray. He had originally planned to keep it brief.

But her small movement made the string of reason in his mind snap.

An unknown amount of time passed before he finally let her go.

Looking at the young woman’s cheeks, flushed red with shyness, Leo Grant laughed to himself.

’Heh, so my Little Marshmallow is a giant in thought, but a dwarf in action.’

Their foreheads resting together, Yvonne Lowell chuckled softly. "You’re a lucky man. You just stole yours truly’s first kiss."

Leo Grant pecked her red lips a few more times, feigning distress. "Isn’t that the truth? I really hit the jackpot this time. It’s just a shame it wasn’t my first."

Yvonne Lowell’s brow furrowed slightly, and she tilted her head back a little. "What do you mean by that?"

Leo Grant’s expression seemed to suggest it was something difficult to say, and his gaze started to shift away.

’What does he mean?’ It wasn’t that she suspected him of having some old flame or an ex-girlfriend. She was just curious if his first kiss had been an accident with some animal, or perhaps even another guy.

As if he had mentally prepared himself, Leo Grant began, "Don’t get mad when I say this, but my first kiss was taken 17 years ago. By a little girl."

’Damn it! Just a second ago, I was making excuses for him!’

Yvonne Lowell felt an inexplicable tightness in her chest. She wanted to pull back, but his arm held her waist firmly in place.

In truth, she could understand. He was just a kid back then. What could a little snot-nosed kid who hadn’t even hit puberty possibly understand? But that didn’t stop her from feeling weird about it.

Seeing Yvonne Lowell fall silent, Leo Grant suddenly felt a pang of fear, worried he had truly pissed her off. He quickly tried to explain.

"It’s true that my first kiss was stolen 17 years ago by a two-year-old girl, but I was the one who was forcibly kissed. And now, that little girl is all grown up and right here in my arms."

Yvonne Lowell froze. "Are you talking about me? I was two? And I forcibly kissed you?!"

"What? Are you trying to deny it?" Leo Grant’s face turned serious. "You may have forgotten, but I remember it crystal clear. Besides, I’ve been saving myself for you all these years."

"No way. Even if I did kiss you, it must have been on the cheek." Suspicion filled Yvonne Lowell’s eyes.

Leo Grant looked at her with a slightly reproachful gaze. "It was really on the lips. Several times, in fact. Just like this."

As he spoke, he pecked her on the mouth a few times to demonstrate.

Yvonne Lowell couldn’t help but laugh out loud. "That’s me, all right. Smart from a young age. A sucker for a pretty face even at two years old, and I even knew how to pick out a handsome child husband for myself."

Leo Grant rubbed his nose against hers. "That’s right. So you have to take responsibility. After all, we sealed the deal a long time ago."

Yvonne Lowell’s lips drew down. "Comrade Grant, you’re getting greedy. Your probationary period just ended and you already want to become a full-time employee?!"

"Then I’ll just have to work a little harder. Maybe one day Eldest Miss Lowell will be in a good mood and agree to pull some strings for me."

...

Seeing that it was getting late, the two decided it was time to head home.

As for Nina Jennings and the other third wheels, they had slipped away long ago.

Leo Grant picked up the roses with one arm and took Yvonne Lowell’s hand with the other, their fingers tightly intertwined as they walked out of the restaurant.

Yvonne Lowell felt her phone vibrate and took it out to have a look.

When she saw the three photos Nina Jennings had sent, the corner of her eyebrow couldn’t help but twitch upward.

They were all taken at the restaurant just now.

One was a shot of their backs as they watched the fireworks—or to be more precise, she was watching the fireworks, and Leo Grant was watching her.

Perhaps it was the angle of the snapshot, but their faces, reflected in the glass, were perfectly clear.

Another showed Leo Grant with his back to the camera while she held the bouquet of flowers.

And the last one was of them kissing...

’Damn it! What a peeping Tom!’

Yvonne Lowell shoved the phone in his face. "Look! That peeping Tom, Old Jen, was even taking secret pictures!"

Leo Grant glanced over. "They look great. Remember to send them to me."

Yvonne Lowell sent him the photos, a little puzzled. "By the way, why did you invite her today?"

"She told me before that a confession needs a sense of ceremony, but I don’t have any experience, so I didn’t know what that meant. I had to look up some guides and tutorials online and asked her to come help me brainstorm."

Leo Grant’s grip on her hand tightened. "I know it wasn’t perfect, but I’ll keep getting better and create a romance that’s uniquely ours."

"It wasn’t imperfect at all, I thought it was wonderful. And you should just be yourself. I like you for who you are."

Hearing this, the corners of Leo Grant’s mouth curled up uncontrollably.

’Hehe, she said she likes me for who I am!!’

「 」

After they got in the car, Leo Grant fiddled with his phone for a moment before starting the engine.

Once the car was moving, Leo Grant quickly took her hand again.

Yvonne Lowell skillfully pulled her hand away and patted his reassuringly. "Focus on driving."

But the moment she pulled her hand back, he grabbed it again. "I’m a very good driver. This doesn’t distract me at all."

This time, he didn’t move their hands to the center console, but placed them directly on Yvonne Lowell’s lap.

’Tsk, it’s not like we’ve never held hands before. Is he for real???’

’Okay, fine. As long as you’re happy.’

With her free right hand, Yvonne Lowell idly scrolled through her phone. When she saw a "1" notification on her social media feed, she tapped it out of habit.

’Did this guy seriously just post an official relationship announcement?’

And he had tagged her. The caption was just a single word.

[L: Mine.]

He had posted the picture of their backs. She clicked into his profile and saw he had changed his profile picture and background image as well.

Yvonne Lowell smiled silently. While the post was still fresh and before anyone they knew commented, she quickly replied with a single word: [Yes.]

She glanced at Leo Grant, who was focused on driving, and then copied him, posting the exact same thing to her own social media feed.

’It’s just making things official, right? I can give him that.’

...

By the time they returned to the Lowell Family estate, it was nearly midnight, and Leo Grant was still reluctant to leave.

Yvonne Lowell had to coax and persuade him, finally promising to visit him at his company for lunch tomorrow before she could get away.

Opening the main door to her house, she found it brightly lit. Yvonne Lowell was a bit surprised. ’Uncle Grant forgot to turn off the lights?’

But when she had changed her shoes and walked into the living room holding the flowers, she was completely dumbfounded...