The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 68

Chapter 68:

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“Just using your question to show how sincere I am.”

His voice was smooth and rich, like a melody that wrapped around her heart, making it flutter uncontrollably.

The distance between them disappeared, and her senses were filled with the subtle scent of his cologne.

Corrine’s long, thick lashes fluttered nervously, her heart racing in her chest. She cleared her throat and, with a soft voice, asked, “Weren’t you going to invite me to dinner?”

“Follow me,” Nate said, his voice calm and steady, as he naturally reached for her hand.

As their hands connected, Corrine felt a rush of warmth spread from his palm, seeping into her skin, sending an unexpected shiver through her.

She instinctively tried to pull away, but his grip tightened just enough to remind her of his presence—gentle yet firm.

Reluctantly, she allowed him to lead her, her eyes darting around the restaurant with a hint of unease.

Once inside the intimate dining suite, Nate casually set the bouquet down and pulled out a chair for her, the gesture smooth and practiced.

Just as she settled, a waiter entered, carrying a bottle of wine. He poured drinks for both of them before turning to Nate with quiet respect.

“Sir, shall we begin serving the dishes now?”

Nate nodded with a slight motion of his head, and the waiter, still smiling, exited without a word.

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Although their conversation was simple, Corrine couldn’t ignore the subtle reverence the waiter had shown Nate, something that didn’t go unnoticed in the air between them.

Soon, the table was filled with dishes, each one more enticing than the last. Corrine’s eyes widened as she looked at the spread before her, a blend of surprise and curiosity in her gaze.

What struck her was how none of the dishes contained anything she disliked. It felt as though every plate had been crafted just for her.

Could it really be just a coincidence?

She lifted her eyes, casting a subtle, thoughtful glance at the man sitting across from her, wondering if he knew more than he let on.

Nate didn’t seem in any rush to start eating. Instead, he picked up the king crab in the center of the table, his hands deftly working the crab legs with a swift, practiced motion of his knife.

Handling crab legs wasn’t a simple task. Most people would have appeared clumsy in the process. It was exactly for this reason that Corrine, despite her craving for crab, restrained herself from trying one.

Yet Nate’s fingers—long and precise—wrapped around the fork and knife with ease, his movements smooth and graceful, almost hypnotic.

As Corrine averted her gaze, she was surprised to find a perfectly prepared crab leg on her plate.

“Thank you,” she said softly, her voice betraying a hint of surprise. She lowered her head to take a bite, then glanced at Nate, her curiosity piqued.

“You seem to know me well.”

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