The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 446

Chapter 446:

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He had stopped — beside Corrine.

Her mind went blank, completely frozen in shock.

He still hadn’t let go of Corrine?

What did that woman have that made him stay?

Beyond her face, Corrine had nothing to offer—no charm, no value. What could possibly make him hold on to her?

Rita clenched her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes burning with hatred and unwillingness.

Just as she was about to storm forward and expose Corrine’s true nature, a firm grip seized her wrist. Bruce had appeared out of nowhere, his voice sharp as ice.

“Control yourself. Or leave.”

The cold edge in his tone cut through her like a winter gust, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine.

Her eyes flickered with resentment and silent protest.

Just then, Leah stepped forward, gently taking Rita’s hand in hers with a soft smile.

“Rita, the banquet’s about to start. We should head inside.”

But Rita scoffed, yanked her hand free, and strode to the dining area of the ship without a word.

Leah’s fingers curled around empty air before she awkwardly pulled them back. She glanced at Bruce, her eyes reflecting quiet hurt. Still, she forced a small smile, though the sorrow behind it was unmistakable.

“Bruce, let’s go in too.”

𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘄𝘄𝘄⸱𝗀𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝗌⧸ⅽ𝗈𝗺

Watching her swallow her feelings, Bruce felt a sting of guilt. He pulled Leah into his arms, his frustration turning to Rita and her insensitivity.

Meanwhile, Rita, still seething, spotted Corrine and Nate up ahead. As her gaze shifted to the towering stack of champagne flutes nearby, a calculating glint flickered in her eyes.

With precise timing, she stumbled forward, throwing herself toward Corrine. Caught off guard, Corrine lost her footing, her body pitching dangerously toward the delicate tower of glasses.

“Look out!” Moses lunged forward instinctively, his heart racing as he watched Corrine teetering toward the towering display of champagne flutes.

Zack’s firm grip yanked him backward.

“With Nate around, why do you care what happens to her?” he hissed.

Corrine’s body was pitching forward, her arms windmilling helplessly in the air. The crystalline glasses before her promised nothing but pain and humiliation. Terror gripped Corrine as she felt herself falling, her muscles betraying her as gravity took hold.

She squeezed her eyes shut, steeling herself for the inevitable crash.

In that breathless moment, strong fingers encircled her waist, pulling her against a wall of solid warmth. The rich notes of masculine cologne wrapped around her like a protective embrace.

Everything shifted in that heartbeat.

The fear melted from Corrine’s chest, replaced by a flutter of something far more intoxicating. Their bodies pressed together, sharing each quickened breath.

When their eyes met, electricity crackled between them.

“Have you finally realized how much you need me?” Nate murmured, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine as he bent closer. His words caressed her ear like velvet.

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