The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 308 Why The Long Face

Relief washed over Corrine like a cool breeze on a sweltering day when someone finally stepped in to ease the tension. She responded with polite restraint, though a flicker of awkwardness betrayed her, "Than Every soul present had heard tales of Nate-

whispers that carried both admiration and unease. Yet seeing him in the flesh, standing with an effortless authority that seemed to bend the air itself, left them all momentarily breathless.

He was the kind of man whose presence alone reshaped the room, commanding respect without so much as a word. Even in stillness, he emanated an unshakable dominance that made others instinctively trea With practiced ease, Nate took Corrine's hand, guiding her toward a sofa.

Despite their late arrival, the

seat at the center remained conspicuously vacant, as though the universe itself had deemed it his by default.

Just as Corrine moved to sit, a deliberate cough

cut through the air. Jules, lounging with a calculated

nonchalance, motioned for her to sit beside him instead.

Corrine hesitated, the silent weight of

an unspoken dilemma pressing on her shoulders.

When Nate noticed her hesitation, his response was swift and unyielding-

waist in a quiet act of

his drink and took the spot

creased slightly as her gaze flickered toward him, as if she was questioning Jules

he was up to.

insouciant smirk. "What's it to you?" he drawled, stretching out

Nate's hand resting on Corrine's shoulder, and the sight gnawed at him like a splinter lodged in

weight of his stare because he turned,

never one to back down, arched an

challenge

could utter a word, Nate's hand moved, a subtle yet firm barrier shielding her glass. "Get her some juice," Moses blinked, clearly thrown

else was drinking alcohol-wouldn't it be odd for Corrine to have

the cards. That was all it took. Moses dropped his eyes, nodding

care for Corrine, Jules' expression toward Hate remained cold, a storm brewing behind

gave his sleeve a discreet tug. "Why the

left in the dark like a fool. What kind of

acknowledging her fault with a

man in a white shirt suggested from the crowd. "What do you say to a round of

was met with

"Truth or Dare? Again?"

Can't we play something with a little