The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 429:

A slow chuckle rumbled from Moses’ chest.

“Now this… this is going to be interesting.”

Given Nate’s status, the Elder Council of Independent Continent would never allow him to marry Corrine.

And the Hopkins family? They would never agree to it either.

For years, the Hopkins family had walked a fragile tightrope with the Elder Council, maintaining a precarious balance of power. If a woman were to shatter that illusion…

Of harmony, tearing down the carefully constructed facade, Moses could not think of anything more entertaining.

stepped into the bathroom, letting the warm water cascade over his tense muscles, washing away the remnants of a long

black silk robe hung loosely from his frame, the belt knotted just enough to hold but not nearly enough to conceal. The open neckline revealed the sculpted planes of his chest, droplets of water tracing a slow, tantalizing path down his abs before disappearing into the fabric. His

doorbell chimed, echoing

barely spared it a thought as he strode toward the door. But when he

uncharacteristic panic flashing in his eyes before he masked it with cool

I was staying here all

months—his sharp intellect, his cutting arrogance, his unwavering composure—but never this. This version of him, disheveled yet impossibly composed, sent her pulse racing. And then there was his physique. She

involved tracing her fingers along those water-slicked muscles, feeling their strength beneath

faint blush creeping up her cheeks, and the corners of his lips curled ever so slightly.

in the dimly lit room. Corrine barely had a moment to register what had happened before she found herself enveloped

she murmured, thrusting the shopping bag she had

with deliberate slowness before setting it on the cabinet

he turned back to her, his gaze locking onto