The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 14

Chapter 14:

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“Vanished back then. Bruce shared everything!” The hollowness of promises echoed through her mind.

What cut deeper was the knowledge that the man she had given her heart to had never truly believed in her innocence. Had Bruce forgotten the true circumstances of her kidnapping? How could he expose her deepest trauma so carelessly, without a shred of compassion?

Memories of that night in the alley overwhelmed her, sending violent tremors through her body. Her heart felt like an open wound exposed to bitter winds, the cold seeping into every fiber of her being.

A knock at the door jarred her from the painful reverie. Nate’s figure filled the doorframe, his unexpected presence dispelling her initial alarm. She hadn’t anticipated seeing him again so soon, especially in these moments of vulnerability.

“Did you… need something?” Corrine managed to ask.

Nate advanced into the room with measured grace, his impeccable suit a testament to refined taste. Afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows, creating a golden aura around his commanding presence. The illumination emphasized his aristocratic bearing, as if he existed in a realm separate from ordinary mortals. His gaze fixed on Corrine’s face, noting the telltale glisten of unshed tears. The slightest furrow appeared between his brows.

“We should exchange contact information.” Nate pulled out his phone with practiced ease, navigating to his WhatsApp profile before extending it toward Corrine.

“Let me know whenever you’re free to visit my grandmother.”

A charming smile graced Corrine’s lips as she studied his earnest expression.

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“Since I gave your grandmother my word, I intend to keep it.”

“I knew you would keep your promise,” Nate responded warmly.

“Your willingness to spend time with her, make her happy, and show such kindness means everything. The least I can do is serve as your humble chauffeur in my appreciation.”

His words, laden with genuine gratitude, stirred something in Corrine’s heart. The unwavering trust in his voice touched her deeply.

After brief contemplation, she retrieved her phone and connected with Nate on WhatsApp.

“Would you mind sharing your phone number as well?” Nate ventured.

“Just in case WhatsApp messages are delayed.”

Corrine found herself momentarily speechless. Though she sensed ulterior motives behind his request, Nate’s composed demeanor made it difficult to suspect any ill intent.

Releasing a quiet sigh, she shared her number.

Nate immediately dialed, waiting for her phone to ring before ending the call.

“That’s my number, Miss Holland. Please save it.”

Under his attentive gaze, Corrine complied.

“Anything else, Mr. Hopkins?”

Though his intentions remained unclear, her instincts urged caution.

Nate, perceptive as ever, noticed her deliberate distance.

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