The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 245

Chapter 245:

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“It might be three days, or even extend to a week.”

A gloomy silence filled the car following his words.

Then, unexpectedly, Corrine chuckled.

A cold twinkle appeared in Nate’s eyes as he pinched her waist, his whisper carrying a menacing undertone, asking, “Are you in such a hurry to see me go?”

“Not at all.” Corrine chuckled, squirming away from his touch. She quickly added, “I’ve just come to a realization.”

Nate’s eyebrow lifted, his gaze intense and expectant. His expression seemed to demand a flawless answer.

“Perhaps I never really loved Bruce that much.”

Throughout her three-year relationship with Bruce, his frequent trips hadn’t stirred such deep emotions. The instant she learned Nate was leaving, an unfamiliar wave of loss and hesitation washed over her.

Simultaneously, she reaffirmed her lack of deep affection for Bruce.

Nate appeared somewhat appeased by Corrine’s admission.

Still, he kept a stern expression, feigning annoyance.

“You dare compare me to him?”

“I’m comparing who I was then to who I am now,” Corrine explained.

She gently smoothed away the furrow from Nate’s brow, her voice soft.

“I’ll wait for your return.”

“Alright,” Nate responded, their lips meeting in a tender kiss.

Corrine stepped out as the car pulled up to the luxurious Platinum Apartments. She was suddenly taken by surprise when Jules emerged, as though out of nowhere.

“Show me the man who thinks he’s suitable for you!”

“What are you implying?” Corrine replied, her irritation palpable as she grasped Jules by the arm.

Her concern wasn’t about Jules causing a scene with Nate but whether Jules could hold his own against Nate.

𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓭: gⲁⳑ𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩸ⅽ𝗼𝗺

Jules tapped her forehead.

“Really, defending him already? You’ve only been seeing each other for a short time. I’m here because I care. Do you think I’d wait around if I wasn’t worried about you being taken advantage of?”

Corrine, walking toward the building, retorted, “I am not a child.”

They rode the elevator to the top floor in silence.

The apartment’s floor-to-ceiling windows, spanning nearly one hundred feet, offered a spectacular view of the Lyhaton skyline.

On the balcony, an open-air garden flourished with wild plants under the night sky.

The apartment itself felt cold and abandoned, despite the ventilation system’s hum.

As Corrine walked into the apartment with Jules trailing behind, he said, “Tell me who this delusional man is.”

Corrine, ignoring the question, headed to the kitchen.

“Do you want cola or beer?”

“Beer,” responded Jules.

The two settled into their chairs as Corrine’s phone chimed, drawing their attention. A gentle smile graced her features as Nate’s message illuminated her screen. Jules observed the lingering smile with a faraway look in his eyes, memories washing over him.

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