Burn Me Once Burn With Me (Ruby Grayson) novel Chapter 643

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Summary for Chapter 643: Burn Me Once Burn With Me (Ruby Grayson)

Summary of Chapter 643 – A pivotal chapter in Burn Me Once Burn With Me (Ruby Grayson) by Lila Carmichael

The chapter Chapter 643 is one of the most intense moments in Burn Me Once Burn With Me (Ruby Grayson), written by Lila Carmichael. With signature elements of the Romance genre, this part of the story reveals deep conflicts, shocking revelations, and decisive character changes. A must-read for anyone following the narrative.

Cassian watched as Ruby’s gaze moved from his grandmother to Monica Ashley, never once falling on him. His heart, once full of anticipation, felt as if it were being crushed by an invisible hand, shattering into a million pieces of sour disappointment.

Ruby wasn’t oblivious to his intense stare, but she had no desire to look his way.

“It’s almost dark. Come inside,” the old woman said, smiling warmly as she reached out to take Ruby’s wrist.

Ruby instinctively lowered her head slightly, adopting the respectful posture of a junior.

Seeing this, Monica Ashley’s eyes burned with anger. She quickly stepped forward to the old woman’s side and took her arm. “Grandma, let me help you!”

Her voice was bright and crisp, and she shot a surreptitious glare at Ruby.

Ruby showed no reaction and was about to pull her hand back, but the old woman held on tight. “Where do you think you’re going? Are you telling me you’re not happy to see me?”

She put on a stern face.

Ruby had no choice but to let her hold on, shaking her head. “You’re joking, Madam. Of course not.”

The old woman’s expression softened.

“Ruby, why didn’t Mira come?” the old woman asked eagerly as soon as they entered the main villa.

“She’s very young. I don’t take her out so late,” Ruby replied gently.

The old woman was clearly a little disappointed but nodded in understanding. “That’s true.”

“It just means you’ll have to take the gifts I prepared for her back with you.”

At her words, Ruby followed the old woman’s gesture. When she saw the gifts, the corner of her mouth twitched.

In a corner where potted plants usually stood, a soft mat had been laid out, piled high with gift boxes of all shapes and sizes, all wrapped in exquisite paper and tied with perfect bows.