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.

of a streetlamp, she saw

merging with the shadows around him. He was motionless, like a figure carved from

bore an intensity that stirred something

last met, yet to

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eyes brightened as she

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

“Slow down,” he murmured.

head up to press a playful kiss to his chin. Her

what if some other

settling naturally

I need. But why

but just as she did, something made her pause. A scent—subtle yet unmistakable. Beneath the expensive cologne lingered the distinct, metallic trace of

she burrowed deeper into his embrace, inhaling carefully, as if afraid of confirming her

gaze sharpened, studying her closely. Then, with the ease of someone who was used to seeing through facades,

a while now. What