The Day I Kissed An Older Man by Cher the Cherished

Chapter 691

Jeremy stood up the moment Anya spoke, his imposing figure seemingly unforgiving as he walked toward Corinne. Anya’s flushed gaze followed the man’s figure, secretly hoping that he would give Corinne a hard slap.

Everyone watched intently, and they inwardly felt that the son of the Holdens was going to stand up for Miss Corinne and seek justice…

The man did indeed reach out his hand.

His rough, large hand gently brushed away a few strands of hair that fell on her eyes, his deep voice carrying a hint of reproach as he spoke, “Didn’t I tell you not to wander alone?”

Corinne’s eyebrows furrowed. “… Right, I forgot.”

The man said nothing else. He took off his coat and draped it over the girl.

The kitchen in the Rivera household had its window open for ventilation, allowing the night breeze to blow in, which could easily cause a cold.

Corinne felt a weight on her shoulder and looked at the suit jacket draped over her form. At this moment, it was more than just a suit jacket to prevent her from catching a cold; it was also a gesture of absolute trust, a confirmation that no matter what happened, he would firmly stand by her side.

looked up

a trace of doubt

convincing, and she was also his savior. He had a filter of gratitude toward Anya, and she did

not fall for Anya’s trick, which was

relaxed and leaned tiredly into the man’s arms. “Mister,

you home to sleep now.” The man patted her head gently, then turned with

of events surprised everyone. Was the son of the

kitchen door, Anya’s expression turned incredibly ugly, her fingernails already digging into the palms

was dead, yet Jeremy remained unaffected! He wholeheartedly believed in Corinne!

“Why?”

earth is this happening? Did Corinne put some curse on

the death of a member of the

of Rivera servants lined up

raised an eyebrow.

me

face him, frowning and giving him