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."

a steaming cup of coffee in front of Evelyn, a subtle smile

excellent point."

get a word in edgewise, could only stare at them

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

transpired.

was served, the three of

note of her graceful posture and poised demeanor. Her gaze lingered before she

as she shook her head. "My mother passed away

crossed her face when her father came to mind-a cold detachment that suggested

sympathetic, and her tone turned more tender. "So, you're living alone now? If that's the case, why not come live with me? It's not safe for a young woman to be on her own. Here, I can take care of you,

isn't there a rule about no serious conversations at the dinner

a

can bend for special cases. Honestly, you're already acting so

parted, but

focused on her food, her lips pressing

to hide her awkwardness.

hand appeared in front of her. Nate's

reached" for a plump pacific white shrimp. His fingers, long and deft, worked with such ease

seemed like an

meat separated from its shell with

had never witnessed such artful shrimp

momentarily lost