The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 290

Chapter 290:

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When Nate had spoken of marriage, she had felt his certainty—his unshakable determination.

“I just don’t have confidence in myself…” she admitted quietly.

Nate was born to stand at the top, to shine brighter than anyone else. His world was dazzling, untouchable. He wasn’t supposed to be held back by someone like her.

“But don’t worry. I won’t give up. I can change—”

“No,” Nate’s voice cut through her words, firm and absolute.

“You don’t need to change for anyone. Not even for me. You are Corrine Holland—one of a kind, and absolutely irreplaceable.”

“Never compromise your true self for anything or anyone.” Nate looked her in the eye and reassured her softly, adding, “There’s no need for you to change; I’ll learn to adapt to your world…” This reassurance touched Corrine deeply, prompting the tears she had long held back to spill over.

Her tears, once restrained, now cascaded down her cheeks unchecked. Nate, typically composed, now displayed a surge of concern and slight panic at her distress. Fumbling a bit, he reached out to wipe away her tears, whispering comforting words, “Shh, it’s alright. No more tears.” He pulled her into a tight embrace. Through her sobs, Corrine chuckled slightly, teasing him, “Nate, are you sure you’re good at comforting?”

He frowned slightly and replied, “Honestly, gentleness isn’t my forte, but for you, I’m willing to become better.”

Corrine’s eyes, still moist, brightened with a soft smile. She took a moment, then softly responded, “Thank you.”

Nate said, “As I’ve mentioned, I don’t just want thanks through words…” Before he could finish, Corrine sealed his lips with a gentle kiss, reminiscent of the fleeting kiss the night before.

Their kiss, brief yet deeply tender, seemed almost dreamlike. As he drew closer, Corrine gently pressed against his chest, whispering, “Nate, our time is short today. Just one hour.” A slight frown marred his features, perhaps upset that their moment was brief. Soon after, they arrived at a restaurant.

The authentic flavors of risotto rekindled Corrine’s appetite, and she savored every bite. At that moment, her phone rang on the table.

She caught a glimpse of the notification, hastily swallowed her food, and began to cough. A hand with prominent knuckles quickly offered her a glass of water.

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Gratefully, Corrine took a sip before answering the phone.

“Corrine!” Jules’ voice came through the phone, resonating loudly.

Slightly startled, she moved the phone away from her ear and responded with composure, “Yes, Jules? What’s going on?”

“What do you mean ‘what’s going on’? Haven’t you seen the barrage of online attacks against you?”

“It’s possible they’re not really targeting me,” Corrine replied calmly.

Hearing her tone, Jules scoffed, “Sure, those manipulated photos might deceive some, but to me, they’re amateurish.”

Indeed, the circulating photos were a mix of genuine and doctored images, largely altered with sophisticated methods.

“You already knew this, yet you still pose such a question,” Jules found himself at a loss for words. Was he being manipulated?

“I’ve taken down all the offensive posts…”

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