The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 1585

Chapter 1585:

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There were only two situations she would ever let that tough exterior slip—when she had no choice but to ask for help, or when her spirit was low. Her words and vulnerability now hit him like a punch to the chest. Each breath he took felt jagged, like it scraped against something raw.

“Stay awake a little longer. I’ll get you home.”

He didn’t wait for a reply. Instead, he crouched, scooped her into his arms, and strode toward the exit without looking back.

Corrine nestled against him, her eyes quietly fixed on his jaw. “Promise me you won’t tell Nate…”

Jules let out a breath, his jaw tightening as irritation flared. “Seriously, Corrine? You’re worried about him getting worked up at a time like this?” Even now, she was thinking about Nate instead of herself.

He couldn’t help but feel exasperated; he had never expected her to be so hopelessly in love.

Still, no matter how frustrated he felt, she was his cousin. And right now, that meant putting everything else aside.

Corrine succumbed to a profound slumber, one that stretched on for hours. During her sleep, she wandered a perpetual path shrouded in complete darkness, with no visible end in sight.

She kept walking, never seeming to find the pathway’s conclusion.

Then, without warning, a strong current pulled her downward. She was sinking—drawn into a lake with no bottom.

Water closed in around her, triggering a fit of uncontrollable coughing. In her struggle, she noticed her feet were ensnared by an invisible force, preventing her escape.

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Bending down to free herself, a familiar face appeared before her—it was her mother.

Could this really be her mother?

Memories of her mother had faded over time, rendering her face a vague impression in Corrine’s mind.

With hesitation, Corrine reached out, only to be yanked back to the surface by another forceful whirlpool.

There stood her mother, Kiley, gazing sorrowfully at her.

As a gentle breeze passed, Kiley vanished as if she were merely a wisp of smoke.

The voice calling, “Corrine, Corrine…” became increasingly distinct.

Slowly, Corrine’s eyelashes quivered, her eyes cracking open to a narrow slit.

Gradually, the blurred visage before her came into clear focus.

Jules, noticing Corrine’s consciousness, allowed his stern look to soften into a relieved smile. Clenching his fist, he thumped his leg and exclaimed, “Damn, you’re awake! You had me worried there!”

Corrine stayed quiet, her gaze resting on him.

Jules hadn’t changed out of his outfit, indicating he’d stayed by her side, unconcerned with his own comfort.

Beneath his eyes, dark circles had formed, his eyes slightly red, and a stubble covered his chin, giving him a worn but undeniably attractive appearance. Looking at him now, Corrine couldn’t help but remember the first time she’d fallen seriously ill.

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