The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 89

Chapter 89:

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“Actually, it wasn’t really our team. I thought you might have assigned it elsewhere.”

Corrine looked puzzled for a moment.

“Oh, I see. Thank you, you can return to your tasks now.”

“Sure.” As Natasha turned to leave, she paused and turned back tentatively.

“Earlier today, Ashton Group’s CEO requested a meeting. I told him you were away on business.”

Corrine’s face turned cold as she focused on the documents before her.

“From now on, deny any meetings with Ashton Group without notifying me.”

“Understood.” Natasha nodded before exiting.

Later that day, Corrine made her way to Lonsong Restaurant as planned. She followed a waiter into the same private room she had visited the day before. Nate was already there, speaking into his phone, turned away from her. His attire consisted of a black shirt, the sleeves casually rolled up to expose his strong forearms. Under the vibrant neon lights, his sharply defined features were illuminated, lending an almost magical allure to even his side profile. With dark, intense eyebrows, a prominent nose, and thin lips pressed together, he radiated a sense of distant coolness.

As he detected footsteps approaching, he partially turned, his cold expression softening into a gentler look upon spotting Corrine, a flicker of warmth crossing his eyes. Ending his phone call, he approached Corrine and, with a welcoming smile, pulled out a chair for her.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting because of my call. I wish I could have greeted you at the door.”

“I’m not that fussy,” Corrine replied, taking the seat Nate had pulled out for her. As Nate sat down opposite her, his expression grew serious.

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“Greeting you personally at the door is important to me—it shows my respect and how much I value our time together.”

Corrine raised an eyebrow.

“Aren’t you exaggerating just a bit?”

“Sometimes, it’s the little things that make moments memorable,” Nate responded.

Their eyes locked, and Corrine noticed the gentle sincerity in Nate’s gaze, which tugged at her emotions.

“Maybe you have a point,” she admitted.

Nate responded with a deeper look and a quiet laugh, so faint it almost seemed like it hadn’t happened at all.

Looking up, Corrine saw Nate slicing his meal, his movements tinged with irritation, as though something had genuinely bothered him. She was puzzled by his sudden change in mood. Pausing briefly, she then lifted her glass in a toast.

“Thanks for your help today.”

“Is a simple thank you enough? Perhaps you could show your gratitude in another way.” Nate sipped his wine, his eyes never leaving Corrine’s moist red lips.

Corrine nervously chewed on her lip, a flush of shyness creeping over her face as she hesitated, unsure how to respond. At that moment, her phone rang unexpectedly. She quickly stood up and fished it out of her bag. The sight of the caller ID made her eyes narrow, an icy chill settling over her features. Without a second thought, she declined the call, but it rang again, relentless. The phone rang insistently, its tone echoing in the silence until, under her watchful gaze, Corrine finally answered.

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