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."

of Evelyn, a subtle

excellent point."

hadn't managed to get a word in edgewise,

staying at Evelyn's house without fully understanding how it

transpired.

time dinner was served, the three of them

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

of her parents, Corrine's lashes lowered, and her voice softened as she shook her head. "My

something sharper crossed her face when her father came to mind-a

with me? It's not safe for a young woman to be on her own. Here, I

about no serious conversations at the dinner table?" Nate

a pointed

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

parted, but no

ducked her head and focused on her food, her lips pressing into a tight

to hide her awkwardness.

hand appeared in

kind that would make artists sigh with envy. With steady precision, he reached" for a

like an

moments, the shrimp meat separated from its shell with elegant

found herself transfixed. She had never witnessed such

momentarily lost