The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 497

Chapter 497:

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Chelsea, who had been waiting outside, spotted her immediately.

“What took you so long to get off the bus?”

Corrine casually tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, her expression unbothered.

“Just a small hold-up.”

But Chelsea’s sharp gaze caught the faint red marks on Corrine’s wrist. Without hesitation, she reached out, gently grabbing Corrine’s hand.

Her expression darkened.

“Did Leah do this?”

Corrine glanced at the marks, barely sparing them a thought.

“It’s nothing. Just a small bruise.”

Chelsea exhaled, clearly unimpressed.

“Come to my room later. I will put some ointment on it for you.”

Corrine smirked slightly.

“Alright.”

As Corrine and Chelsea were about to step into a taxi, a sleek silver vehicle rolled to a stop in front of them, its polished exterior reflecting the fading sunlight. The tinted window slid down smoothly, revealing Nate’s striking features. Sharp angles and an air of cool detachment defined his face, the golden hues of dusk casting an almost otherworldly glow upon his flawless skin. He looked like a statue of a forgotten god—untouchable, commanding.

Leah, who had just stepped off the bus, felt her breath hitch at the sight of him. How could someone be this breathtakingly perfect?

𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 @ gⳑ𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘴﹒𝖼𝗈𝗺

But Nate’s gaze never once flickered in her direction. His eyes swept past the lingering crowd before softening as they landed on Corrine.

“Finished for the day?”

Corrine nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Without hesitation, Nate stepped out of the car, his presence magnetic. His arm instinctively curled around her waist, pulling her just a fraction closer.

“Dinner plans?”

Before Corrine could answer, Meg chimed in warmly, “Mr. Hopkins, Miss Holland, why not join us for dinner?”

Calan, standing nearby, quickly added, “Yes! There are some matters I would like to discuss with Miss Holland as well.”

Corrine hesitated briefly.

“Would we be imposing?”

“Not at all,” Meg assured her with a smile.

“I love cooking, but I rarely get to share my dishes with others. It would be a pleasure to have you.”

Corrine glanced at Nate, wordlessly seeking his opinion.

Nate raised an eyebrow.

“It’s up to you.”

A small smile played on her lips.

“Then we accept your invitation.”

From behind them, Leah hurried forward.

“Mrs. Archer…”

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