The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 401

Chapter 401:

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Throughout the subsequent rounds, Jules avoided any blunders. Corrine couldn’t help but yawn.

“Feeling tired?” Nate asked.

His deep, mesmerizing voice murmured close, sending a slight tickle as it brushed against her loose strands of hair.

Reacting instinctively, Corrine drew back slightly, whispering, “Yes.”

“Then we should leave.”

Their exchange was perfectly audible to all around them.

Moses looked concerned.

“Really? We’re just getting started, and you’re leaving?”

“It’s getting late,” Nate replied.

Following his remark, Jules chimed in, “It’s indeed getting late. I need to be up early for work, so I’m off as well.”

Exiting the Royal Fortune Entertainment Center, Jules noticed Corrine by herself at the entrance. Silently, he took her arm and yanked her to a secluded spot.

Corrine instinctively grabbed Jules’ arm, steadying herself as she bent her knee to lift her leg.

Jules, standing behind her, moved as if he had anticipated it, catching her leg with ease.

Slightly startled, Corrine glanced up, only to find Jules staring down at her with a deep-set frown.

“Jules, what the hell are you doing?”

His expression was dark, his sharp jaw clenched tight, and his gaze held an intensity that sent a chill through her. Gritting his teeth, he bit out, “Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?”

Corrine knew Jules well enough to realize he wouldn’t drop the matter until he got the answers he wanted.

When she didn’t immediately respond, he pressed on, “Didn’t I warn you to stay away from Nate Hopkins?”

His voice carried a weight she hadn’t heard from him in a long time.

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Corrine parted her lips, about to retort, but before she could speak, Jules cut in, “I don’t care when this started or how serious it’s gotten—you need to walk away from him. Now.”

She had subtly tested Jules before, trying to gauge what he really knew about Nate. Back then, his response had been vague, just a warning not to be curious and to keep her distance.

She had assumed he didn’t know much. But seeing the hard set of his features now, the coldness in his eyes, she realized Jules hadn’t been entirely honest with her.

When it came to Nate, he was keeping something from her.

Corrine met his gaze, her voice measured.

“Didn’t you say before that you didn’t know much about him?”

“Not much.” Jules dropped his eyes for a split second, as if caught off guard by the directness in hers.

“But I’ve heard enough. He’s not someone we should be involved with, Corrine. If you don’t walk away, it’s only a matter of time before you get hurt. I’m asking you—please, keep your distance.”

His words were a clear warning. Nate wasn’t the kind of man she should be with.

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