The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 410

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A crease formed on Corrine’s forehead upon hearing this.

Was this emotional distance instilled in him since childhood?

Weren’t emotions and desires essential to being human?

“Oh, don’t mind my ramblings.”

“Not at all, Mrs. Hopkins. I appreciate you sharing this. It gives me deeper insight into Nate.”

“Actually, it’s me who should be grateful,” Evelyn responded, gripping Corrine’s hand.

“Nate has been on his own for so long, and while it pains me, I know love isn’t something one can force. Now that you’re here, my worries are eased. Nate might be a man of few words, but his heart is in the right place. When he traveled all night just to get you that ointment, I knew he truly cared for you. I just hope you can be patient with him, whatever may come.”

A man of few words?

Corrine pondered this. If Nate was considered reserved, then what did that make someone truly silent?

Evelyn suddenly asked, “Have you ever visited the Independent Continent, Corrine?”

Shaking her head, Corrine replied, “No, I haven’t.”

Had she never met Nate, the very idea of the Independent Continent might have remained unknown to her.

Now, with Nate’s plans to take her there, she was captivated by the allure of that enigmatic place.

Evelyn studied Corrine’s expression, and then sighed softly as she picked up her coffee.

“So, you haven’t been there yet…”

Before Corrine could respond, Evelyn let out a thoughtful sigh.

“If you ever get the chance, you should go back and visit.”

Ⱡ𝖆𝓉𝓮𝓼𝓉 ςһ𝓪ρ𝑡𝑒𝗋𝓈 ⳑ𝖆𝓁𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀․ⅽ𝗈𝗺

Corrine’s brow furrowed slightly at Evelyn’s choice of words. Go back.

At first, it sounded like a simple suggestion, but the more she thought, the more it felt like Evelyn was implying something else. Was she sure that Corrine return to her homeland?

A strange unease settled in her chest as she turned the phrase over in her mind. If Evelyn had only meant for her to visit the Independent Continent, why did she use the word “back”?

Evelyn might have been older, but she wasn’t the type to misuse words, especially not one with such a clear implication.

Yet, as far as Corrine knew, she had never set foot in the Independent Continent before.

The place was notorious for its strict rules. Outsiders couldn’t simply waltz in without proper connections.

While she was lost in thought, she felt a shift beside her. At some point, Nate had taken the seat next to her, his quiet presence wrapping around her like an invisible thread. Her pulse quickened.

“What’s wrong?” His voice was low, edged with concern. He took her hand, his fingers warm against hers.

“You’re tense. Are you feeling unwell?”

“No.” Corrine gave a small shake of her head, then instinctively withdrew her hand from his grasp.

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