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.

bathroom, letting the warm water cascade over

droplets of water tracing a slow, tantalizing path down his abs before disappearing into the fabric. His dark hair, damp and tousled, clung to his forehead, a stark contrast to his usual polished and composed demeanor. Stripped of the formality of suits and ties, he

echoing

door. But when he swung it open, his breath hitched for just a

subtly against the doorframe, a flicker of uncharacteristic panic flashing in his eyes before he masked it with cool indifference.

know I was staying here

seen many sides of Nate over the 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

muscles, feeling their strength beneath her

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

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

shopping bag she had been holding into his

taking the bag with deliberate slowness before setting it on the cabinet

back to her, his gaze locking onto hers—unreadable