The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 257

Chapter 257:

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The cigarette was held with practiced grace as Jules continued, “I suspect someone used his presence there as convenient cover.”

The revelation transformed Corrine’s expression, her pupils contracting with shock.

“How certain are you?”

“The passage of time has erased many leads,” Jules admitted, his gaze steady on her face.

“Corrine, you might want to find a way to verify this.”

“I understand,” she responded quietly.

After ending the call, Corrine remained motionless before her laptop, feeling strangely disconnected from herself. Jules’ words echoed relentlessly in her thoughts. If her mysterious savior that night hadn’t been Bruce, then who had intervened? And if Bruce weren’t her savior, then her last shred of mercy toward the Ashton family would evaporate completely.

Her phone’s sudden ring cut through her brooding. A smile softened her features as she answered, revealing Nate’s handsome face on the screen.

“Have you been waiting long?”

“Is work finished?”

They spoke in unison, sharing a moment of genuine laughter.

Nate’s eyes traced every detail of the face he’d longed to see, noting the subtlest changes.

“Something’s weighing on your mind.”

Corrine paused, touching her cheek before offering a radiant smile.

“Just fatigue from the day, that’s all.”

A shadow of concern darkened Nate’s eyes momentarily, though his voice remained gentle.

“No matter how demanding work becomes, please take care of yourself.”

“I will,” she assured him, captivated by the boundless tenderness in his gaze. She pressed her lips together, hesitating before asking, “When… will I see you again?”

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“Did you miss me?” Nate asked.

Corrine stood up, her movements graceful as she crossed to the sofa. She picked up a cherry from the table, its deep crimson hue making her fingers look like delicate porcelain. With a slight tilt of her head, she popped the cherry into her mouth, her lips parting with effortless elegance.

Nate watched every movement on the screen, his eyes growing darker and more intense. He swallowed, his throat tight as if her every gesture had a physical pull on him.

Corrine slowly, deliberately spat the cherry pit into her hand, her gaze lifting to meet his.

“What if I say yes?” she teased.

Her words echoed in his mind, simple yet sweeter than any confession of love he had ever heard. It was as though a wave of warmth spread through him, and for a moment, he just sat there, lost in the joy of her response.

Nate’s eyes remained fixed on her, an unguarded, almost possessive look on his face. He didn’t even realize how silly he must have looked, grinning like a fool.

Corrine caught the silence stretching between them and couldn’t suppress a soft sigh. So, Nate was that easy to please.

For once, she relished the feeling of having the upper hand, of being the one who had made him speechless rather than the other way around.

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