The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 618:

“Yes.”

A moment later, Nate sent a photo.

Corrine’s breath hitched the instant she saw it. She knew that background all too well. Without a second thought, she jumped out of bed, grabbed a light cardigan, and hurried out the door.

Her rushed steps nearly sent her colliding into a maid, who was carrying a tray with warm milk and a light dessert.

“Miss Holland, where are you going so late at night?” the maid asked, brows knitting in concern.

“Just stepping out for some fresh air,” Corrine replied over her shoulder, already vanishing down the corridor.

That night, Lyhaton’s autumn air carried a crisp chill, threading through the streets like an invisible current.

Corrine took an electric sightseeing car to the gates of the Ford family mansion.

soft glow of a streetlamp, she saw

was motionless, like a figure carved from marble—exuding an effortless elegance laced with an

features, seemingly sculpted by divine hands, bore an intensity

had only been a few days since they last met, yet to Corrine, it felt like

𝖁𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝖋𝗋𝗈𝗆 Ⳍ𝓪𝗅𝓷𝗈𝗏𝗲𝗅𝓈ꓹ𝚌𝓸𝓂

eyes brightened as she ran toward

the cold detachment in his gaze melted, replaced by something softer, warmer. A small

“Slow down,” he murmured.

up to press a playful kiss to

if some

his hand settling naturally

I need. But why aren’t

something made her pause. A scent—subtle yet unmistakable. Beneath the expensive cologne lingered the distinct, metallic trace of blood. Was he

drawing attention to herself, she burrowed

perceptive, didn’t miss her subtle movement. He let her continue, but his gaze sharpened, studying her closely. Then, with the ease of someone who

me for a