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

black suit, his silhouette merging with the shadows around him. He was motionless, like a figure carved from marble—exuding an effortless elegance laced with an

divine hands, bore an intensity that stirred something

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

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brightened as she ran

in his gaze melted, replaced by something softer, warmer. A small smile ghosted

“Slow down,” he murmured.

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

if some other girl swoops in and steals

settling naturally on her slender

all I need. But why aren’t you

her pause. A scent—subtle yet unmistakable. Beneath the expensive cologne lingered the distinct,

ever so slightly. Without drawing attention to herself, she burrowed deeper into his embrace, inhaling carefully, as if afraid of confirming her own

her continue, but his gaze sharpened, studying her closely. Then,

for a while now.