The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

The Betrayed Heiress' Return to Elegance 27

Chapter 27 Stay The Night

Before long, Evelyn stirred awake.

Her eyes immediately landed on the bandage wrapped around Corrine's wrist, and her expression flickered with surprise. "What happened? How did you hurt yourself?"

Her gaze shifted momentarily to Nate, her expression difficult to read-layered with curiosity and a hint of

suspicion.

Could it be that Nate, in one of his rare displays of eagerness, had inadvertently caused this?

Corrine smiled faintly, her tone light and reassuring. "Oh, it's nothing serious. I accidentally cut myself while

breaking a flowerpot earlier. No need to worry."

Evelyn nodded, her brows lifting slightly as her features softened. "I'm glad it's nothing too bad." She reached out and gently took Corrine's hand, her voice warm and inviting. "Since you're injured, why don't you stay the

night? It's better to rest here than to go home."

Nate's brow twitched, but his timing was impeccable. "The rain's coming down hard, and it doesn't seem like it'll let up anytime soon," he added, his tone calm but firm.

Evelyn chimed in with mock gravity, her lips curling into a knowing smile, "Corrine, you've only just recovered, and you really shouldn't risk getting caught in the rain. Now that you're hurt, it'd only make things worse if you got an infection."

cup of coffee in front of Evelyn, a subtle

excellent point."

a word in edgewise, could only stare at them

just like that, she found herself staying at Evelyn's house without fully

transpired.

the three of them gathered

posture and poised demeanor. Her

lashes lowered, and her voice softened as she shook her head. "My mother passed away when I was

her father came to mind-a cold detachment that suggested his absence

with me? It's not safe for a young woman

isn't there a rule about no serious conversations

a pointed

her arms with a pout, "Rules can bend for special cases. Honestly, you're already acting so protective of Corrine, and

lips parted, but no words came

her head and focused on her food,

to hide her awkwardness.

of nowhere, a hand appeared in front of her. Nate's

artists sigh with envy. With steady precision, he reached" for a plump pacific white shrimp. His fingers, long and deft, worked with such ease that

like

meat separated from

never witnessed such artful shrimp peeling. Her gaze settled on

lost