The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 426

Chapter 426:

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As he spoke, he wrapped his arm around her slender waist, pulling her closer. He leaned down, his voice soft as he whispered in her ear, “They say the wedding night is priceless.”

Corrine’s brow twitched, and she shoved him away with a mix of disdain and amusement, striding ahead with quick steps.

Suddenly, a soccer ball came soaring toward Corrine’s face.

Before she could even flinch, Nate swept her into his arms and sent the ball flying with a swift kick.

“Are you alright?” Nate asked softly, his fingers brushing her head as he checked for any sign of injury.

Corrine nodded, a small smirk forming on her lips.

“I could’ve handled it.”

Nate tilted his head, his eyes gleaming with teasing amusement.

“And you say I don’t have a romantic soul,” he said, a playful edge to his voice.

“Shouldn’t you have jumped into my arms, pretending to be scared, after something like that?”

Corrine raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a wry smile.

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time, alright?”

Just then, a chubby little boy came running over, panting as he stopped in front of them.

“Mister, where’d you kick my ball?”

“No clue!” Nate replied, his tone a bit gruff.

The boy’s face fell, tears welling in his eyes. Corrine quickly crouched down, offering a warm smile.

“It’s over by the bushes.”

The boy blinked, staring up at Corrine with wide eyes, his cheeks reddening.

“Miss… Miss, you’re so nice.”

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Before he could run off, Nate’s hand shot out, grabbing him by the collar.

With a stern frown, Nate’s voice was cold.

“Apologize.”

The boy froze, confusion flooding his face. Nate’s expression darkened.

“Your ball almost hit my girlfriend’s face. Apologize to her!”

The boy let out a barely audible hum, breaking free from Nate’s grip before turning to Corrine, his voice small and shy.

“I’m sorry, miss.”

“It’s okay,” Corrine replied, her smile warm and understanding.

She gazed at the boy’s chubby cheeks, her heart inexplicably softening. Crouching down, she gently patted his cheek as if guided by instinct.

“Be careful when you play next time, alright?”

“Got it.” The boy looked at Corrine, his eyes wide with awe, before he leaned in close and whispered, “Miss, this guy is really scary. Don’t marry him!”

The boy, clearly frightened of being caught by Nate again, bolted off without a second glance.

“You’re making me look bad,” Nate said, his voice laced with a touch of unspoken annoyance.

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