The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 67

Chapter 67:

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“But—” Rita, consumed by anger and frustration, stomped her foot and stormed away in a fury.

Leah, aware of her public status, foresaw potential scandal. She whispered, “Bruce, perhaps it’s a misunderstanding. Let’s try the restaurant next door?”

“Sorry for this mess,” Bruce said, looking at Leah with gentle eyes.

Turning to leave, Leah shot a lingering, sharp glance at the restaurant’s closed door, a flicker of coldness in her eyes.

Corrine, inside the restaurant, was unaware of the unfolding drama. She marched in, her attention only recalled when a waiter inquired about her reservation.

Taken by surprise, she suddenly realized she had entered without thinking.

“Oh, my apologies. I walked in without thinking.” An uncontrollable, awkward smile appeared on her face.

As she turned, she collided with a massive bouquet of roses.

Taking an involuntary step back, Corrine hesitated.

“Excuse me, beautiful lady, would you join me for dinner?” a man nearby asked, his voice as smooth and enticing as a serenade.

The familiar voice stirred a flicker of surprise in Corrine’s eyes, followed by a subtle smile.

“I thought…”

“You thought I wouldn’t show up?” As the massive bouquet of roses lowered, Nate’s handsome face came into view.

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The soft corridor lighting cast delicate shadows across his chiseled features, highlighting the intensity of his expression. His dark eyes gleamed like stars, stirring a deep sense of longing in her chest.

He gazed at her with a quiet smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“I was worried these flowers would wilt before you got here.”

“Are you complaining that I’m late?” Corrine swept a strand of hair behind her ear, her brows lifting with a playful glint.

Nate pressed his lips together, his eyes shimmering with warmth.

“The timing’s perfect, the moonlight is just right, and you walked in at the exact moment you were supposed to. Everything is how it should be.”

His gaze was so full of affection that it seemed as though he might lean in for a kiss at any moment, making Corrine’s heart race.

She lowered her gaze to hide her flustered emotions.

“Did you wait long?”

“One hour and fifty-four minutes,” he replied.

Nate’s candidness left Corrine momentarily speechless.

She studied his striking features, a spark of amusement dancing in her eyes.

“So, what exactly are you trying to say?”

Nate’s gaze never left her face, his dark pupils glimmering with something almost magnetic.

He took a step closer, holding the bouquet and gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly.

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