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.

the soft glow of a streetlamp, she saw

around him. He was motionless, like a figure carved from marble—exuding an effortless elegance laced

features, seemingly sculpted by divine hands, bore an intensity that stirred something

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

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as she ran toward

gaze melted, replaced by something softer,

“Slow down,” he murmured.

his arms, tilting her head up to press a playful kiss to his

I take my time, what if some other

hand settling naturally on her slender

But why aren’t you asleep

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

together ever so slightly. Without drawing attention to herself, she burrowed deeper

Nate, ever 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 was used to seeing through facades, he lifted her chin with his fingers, forcing her

sniffing me for a while now.