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."

front of Evelyn, a subtle smile playing on his lips. "Grandma, you

excellent point."

managed to get a word in edgewise, could only stare

herself staying at Evelyn's house without fully understanding how it

transpired.

served, the three

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

Corrine's lashes lowered, and her voice softened as she shook her head. "My mother passed away when

father came to mind-a cold

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

no serious conversations at the

her a

a pout, "Rules can bend for special cases. Honestly, you're already acting

but no words came

and focused on her food, her lips pressing

to hide her awkwardness.

nowhere, a hand appeared in front of

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

seemed like

moments, the shrimp meat separated from its shell

found herself transfixed. She had never witnessed such artful shrimp peeling. Her

lost in their