The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 116

Chapter 116:

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The way it lingered in the air made Corrine’s heart stumble for a brief moment.

Still, her thoughts were elsewhere. Looking at Tanya in disbelief, she asked, “Did you just say… he stayed up all night?”

Tanya’s lips curved into a knowing smile as she nodded.

“Yes. Last night, when Mr. Hopkins’ private doctor came to check on you, it turned out you had acute gastroenteritis that caused a fever. You were put on an IV drip, and Mr. Hopkins stayed by your side. He didn’t leave, even when it was finished. If that doesn’t show how much he cares for you, Miss Holland, then I don’t know what would. Why else would he personally make soup for you?”

Her smile widened as if recalling something amusing.

“Picture it—Mr. Hopkins, so out of his depth, trying to make soup with me. It was… quite the sight.”

Corrine’s expression faltered, her emotions betraying her calm facade.

When she had seen Nate after waking up, she had sensed something. But hearing Tanya confirm it all left her shaken, unable to keep her composure. She couldn’t even remember the last time someone had cared for her like this. The memory was lost in the wreckage of Bruce’s betrayal.

And yet, through Nate’s small but genuine actions, it felt as though he was carefully planting seeds in the barren field of her heart. Seeds that now seemed to be sprouting with delicate, vulnerable shoots. Sometimes, love wasn’t grand or loud. It was found in these unexplainable moments of tenderness.

Corrine inhaled deeply, her composure steadily returning as she quelled the storm within her.

“Thank you for telling me this, Tanya,” she said, her tone calm but thoughtful.

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Tanya blinked, momentarily caught off guard. She averted her gaze, her eyes betraying a flicker of guilt.

“I didn’t mean anything by it. Just rambling on, as usual. I’m glad you don’t mind my chatter, Miss Holland.”

But Tanya wasn’t entirely being honest. Beneath her words lay her own intentions. She had observed how deeply Nate cared for Corrine and noticed Corrine’s hesitation when it came to him. If this delicate moment offered a chance to bring the two closer, she was willing to take it, even if it meant playing the role of a humble matchmaker.

Yet, Corrine’s gratitude left her feeling undeserving.

The two strolled idly for a while before Tanya glanced at her watch.

“Miss Holland, it’s time for your medicine. Mr. Hopkins was very clear about it.”

“Alright,” Corrine replied softly. After taking her prescribed pills, she retired to her room for some rest.

Later, when Nate returned from being out, his sharp eyes instinctively scanned the living room. Though his voice carried an air of practiced indifference, the question he posed was unmistakably pointed.

“Where’s Corrine? Has she taken her medicine?”

There was an almost domestic familiarity to his tone, like that of a husband checking in on his wife after a long day.

Tanya caught the subtle undertone and couldn’t help the faint smirk that danced on her lips.

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