The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 187

Chapter 187:

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Corrine understood why Jules called Leah a fool.

The antique trade operated on strict unwritten rules—once purchased, items couldn’t be returned. Buyers either profited from their choices or accepted their mistakes.

Leah had brazenly violated these principles.

Before she could respond, a knock interrupted their conversation.

She opened the door to find Tanya standing there.

“Miss Holland, Mr. Hopkins asked me to bring you this milk specifically,” Tanya said, as Corrine glanced at the tray in her hands.

Jules, overhearing Tanya’s voice, demanded, “Corrine, where are you at this hour?”

“At a friend’s house,” she replied flatly.

“Which friend? Do I know them?”

“You’re being too loud,” Corrine stated, ending the call abruptly.

Jules stared at his silent phone, realizing Corrine’s evasion meant she was hiding something significant.

Corrine noticed the coffee on Tanya’s tray.

“Is that for Nate?”

“Yes,” Tanya confirmed.

“Late-night coffee isn’t healthy. As staff, we can’t advise him, but surely work isn’t more important than his well-being, right, Miss Holland?”

Corrine absently nodded.

“Please prepare a glass of milk for him instead. I’ll take it to him.”

“That would be wonderful,” Tanya exclaimed, quickly preparing another glass of milk and returning to Corrine’s room. She handed the tray to Corrine and said, “Thank you, Miss Holland.”

Feeling somewhat cornered, Corrine merely nodded.

“You’re welcome.”

She approached the door of Nate’s study, knocked, and gently pushed it open. Nate looked up, his gaze as cold and penetrating as a frozen lake—reminiscent of that feverish night when she’d entered his room.

Mᴏʀᴇ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇs ɪɴ ɢᴀʟɴᴏᴠᴇʟs.ᴄᴏᴍ

The intensity of his stare made her throat constrict.

Her grip tightened on the tray as she drew a steadying breath and stepped inside.

Upon recognizing her, the ice in his eyes melted into a gentle smile.

She watched as he closed and set aside his file.

“Am I disturbing you?” she ventured.

“Yes,” he answered directly.

Feeling awkward, Corrine said with a sheepish smile, “I’ll just leave this here and go.”

She placed the milk on his desk and turned to leave.

Her hand touched the doorknob, and as the door swung open, a hand brushed past her hair, pressing against the wooden surface.

Nate’s fresh, earthy scent enveloped Corrine as his warm, solid chest pressed against her back, sending a wave of warmth through her.

“Now that you’ve already interrupted, you might as well stay and keep me company.”

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