The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

The Betrayed Heiress' Return to Elegance 172

Chapter 172 Racing

Corrine's keen intuition picked up on the calculated evasiveness in Nate's words.

His reluctance to volunteer information hung heavy in the air, leaving a bitter taste of frustration settling deep within her heart.

The sensation of being deliberately kept in the dark while others seemed privy to secrets gnawed at her consciousness.

After ending the call, she sprawled across her bed, her eyes fixed on the ceiling's blank

canvas.

The sudden crash of the door jolting open startled her upright, revealing Jules striding into the room. Her words tumbled out before she could stop them. "What brings you

here?"

Jules settled into a chair with casual grace. "How about we clear that troubled mind of

yours with an outing?"

irritation seeking an

moment's consideration, she ventured, "Our

"Sure," Jules affirmed.

from his bedroom, his scrutinizing gaze traveling over Corrine's attire before

soothed, linking her arm through his as she helped him navigate the stairs. "I'm staying at Uncle Waldo's

Corrine, whose features bore a striking resemblance to Kiley's. With a resigned sigh, he murmured, "Be

with me," Jules assured him. "No harm will come

spoke volumes. "That's precisely what concerns me. She's picked

exclaimed, a headache brewing from Carl's criticism. He grasped Corrine's wrist, guiding her swiftly

the

face.

"Worried about Miss Holland's matrimonial

a weary sigh. "What's

knowing smile played across the butler's

Why burden yourself with

horizon, melancholy. shadowing