The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 44

Chapter 44:

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From the corner, Evelyn and Penny exchanged knowing looks, their smiles hidden yet evident.

Once breakfast ended, Nate excused himself after taking a call, and as he left, he passed the ointment to Corrine.

“What’s this for?” Corrine asked, puzzled, looking at the ointment Nate handed her.

“It’s a healing ointment,” Nate explained with a subtle smile.

“Useful for treating scratches and even reducing scars.”

Corrine laughed lightly, dismissing the concern.

“It’s merely a minor scratch.”

By now, it had likely begun to heal on its own.

Evelyn gave Nate a meaningful look.

“How’s your hand feeling now?” Evelyn asked gently, pausing to sip her coffee delicately.

Corrine, a bit embarrassed, subtly hid her hand and offered a timid smile.

“Oh, it’s really just a tiny scratch. Thank you for caring.”

“Nate had Matias rush to get some ointment last night. I hardly slept,” Evelyn said, placing her cup down with a smile.

“If it was more severe, it’s the first time I’ve seen Nate so concerned about anyone in years.”

Indeed, it had been ages since Nate had displayed such heartfelt concern. Upon hearing Evelyn’s words, Corrine looked down, her fingers tightening slightly and her lashes fluttering, revealing a surge of emotions.

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When Nate came back to the living room, Corrine said she was ready to go. Aware that Corrine was due at the hospital for her discharge, Evelyn didn’t press her to stay longer but instead urged Nate to ensure Corrine was well cared for.

While driving, Nate steered with one hand, casting glances at Corrine now and then.

“Do I have something on my face?” Corrine couldn’t ignore Nate’s continuous looks.

With a soft smile, Nate responded, “You look really good in that outfit.”

Corrine arched an eyebrow, pausing briefly.

“Was it you who picked out this outfit?”

That morning, after freshening up, she had discovered new clothes on her bed and had dressed without giving it much thought. She had assumed they were chosen by Evelyn, but it was Nate’s selection. The clothes fit her perfectly, suggesting that Nate either had a knack for this or he did it often.

Noticing the questioning look in Corrine’s eyes, Nate’s eyes twinkled with amusement.

“The tags made it easy to choose the right sizes.”

Corrine hesitantly accepted his explanation. Still, the realization that Nate had even selected her undergarments caused a warm blush to spread across her cheeks.

“In case you run into any trouble with your resignation from Ashton Group, just let me know,” Nate said.

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