The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 425

Chapter 425:

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Raising her eyebrows, she offered a warm, teasing smile.

“I saw you had a few drinks and felt concerned.”

“The night’s cold; better go back inside,” he suggested.

Heeding his advice, Leah stepped back but lost her footing on a pebble, tumbling backward unexpectedly.

In a panic, she instinctively clutched at Bruce’s suit collar.

Bruce swiftly supported her by the waist.

“Are you alright?”

His soothing, deep voice sent a thrill through Leah. She lightly bit her lower lip, gazing up at him.

“I’m fine.”

But Leah didn’t let go of Bruce. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing against him, her body fitting closely to his.

Bruce’s reaction was immediate; he stiffened, his hold tightening as he swallowed hard, his eyes intensifying.

“Would you like to come over tonight?”

Leah’s heart leapt at the invitation. This was the moment she had hoped for.

Though excited, Leah pretended to be shy, resting her face against his chest and softly whispering her agreement.

After dinner, Corrine and Nate left hand in hand, heading back to Platinum Apartments. The evening air was cool and comforting. Nate unbuckled his seatbelt and shot a glance at Corrine.

“How about a walk?”

Corrine’s eyes wandered to the crescent moon hanging in the sky, her thoughts drifting. She turned to Nate, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips.

“Can I say…”

Nate’s smirk deepened as he effortlessly pulled her into his arms. Before she could protest, Corrine found herself nestled against him, the click of her seatbelt being undone following Nate’s deep voice.

“I’m afraid you can’t.”

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Under the soft glow of the moon, their shadows stretched across the cobblestone path, embodying a sense of unbreakable unity. Nate’s voice broke the silence.

“How about a movie tonight?”

Corrine raised an eyebrow, curiosity shining in her gaze.

“Why bring that up all of a sudden?”

“Pursue, build a connection, date, propose, get engaged, and then marry,” Nate enumerated.

“Isn’t that how it’s done?”

Corrine hesitated, feeling momentarily tongue-tied. Was this really about romance, or just checking off boxes? She was still savoring the sweetness of their love, not quite ready to rush ahead.

“People say marriage is where love dies. Are you that eager to bury what we have?” Corrine shot him a look of exasperation.

“You really have no romantic soul, do you?”

Nate’s eyebrow arched slightly, a hint of mischief in his gaze.

“But I believe marriage isn’t the end of us. It’s just the beginning.”

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