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.

the bathroom, letting the warm water cascade over his tense muscles, washing away the remnants

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 dark hair, damp and tousled, clung to his forehead, a stark contrast to his usual polished and composed

echoing through the quiet

a thought as he strode toward the door. But when he swung

doorframe, a flicker of uncharacteristic panic flashing in his eyes before he masked it with cool indifference. His voice,

you know I was staying here all

sent her pulse racing. And then there was his physique. She had known, of course, that he was in peak form, but seeing it up close, unrestrained by

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

lips curled ever so slightly. Before she could

behind her, enclosing them in the dimly lit room. Corrine barely had a moment to register what had

murmured, thrusting the shopping bag she

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

her, his gaze locking