The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 500

Chapter 500:

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She then turned toward Zeke.

“Mr. Cooper, we’ve never met before. I can’t fathom why you would make such an inappropriate joke,” she said, her voice chilly and distant, as if creating an emotional chasm between them.

“Frankly, your behavior is over the top.”

“How can you be so sure we’ve never met?” Zeke responded with a soft chuckle.

Corrine fixed her gaze on Zeke, puzzled.

She searched her memory for any instance where their paths might have crossed but found none.

She was positive they had never met.

“Jules once showed me a photo of you,” Zeke revealed.

Corrine was rendered speechless, cursing Jules in her mind.

Before she could react, Zeke added,

“He owed me a favor, and I thought it wouldn’t be too much to use you to settle it.”

Not too much?

They had reduced her to a mere transaction without her consent. And now, Zeke was brazenly asserting it wasn’t absurd.

Corrine scoffed, her eyes brimming with cold disdain.

“I’m terribly sorry, but I have no interest in you,” she declared.

“Not now, not ever.”

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With that, she stood and strode away.

Noticing Corrine’s determined departure, Nate’s icy demeanor softened.

He rose and followed her.

They found themselves in the Cooper family’s garden pavilion.

Once they stopped, Corrine turned and wrapped her hands around Nate.

“Still upset?” she asked, her smile radiant.

“Shouldn’t I be when my girlfriend seems to be flirting?” Nate responded in a teasing tone.

“Flirting means enticing and leading someone on,” Corrine countered.

“I neither flirted with him nor led him on. How could this possibly be my fault?”

Nate playfully pinched her cheek.

“So it’s my fault?” he asked.

“You said it, not me.”

Corrine blinked with a mischievous sparkle in her eye.

“I—”

Before she could finish, Nate drew her close. His eyes narrowed, and a dark spark flashed within them.

“Dare to repeat that?” he challenged, his voice laden with a veiled threat.

They stood so close, their breaths intertwining.

His warm breath caressed her face, charged with an implicit command.

Corrine raised an eyebrow, her smile enchanting. She stood on her tiptoes, leaned in, and playfully sniffed at his collar.

“I can detect the scent of jealousy,” she teased.

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