The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 644:

Nate lifted his gaze slowly, deliberately. His dark, piercing eyes seemed to strip everything bare, cutting through the air like a blade of ice.

A shudder ran through Judie. Panic coiled tight in her chest, her fingers curling into fists at her sides.

“Did you want her to undress in front of everyone?” Nate’s voice was eerily calm, but the frigid edge beneath it sent a chill straight through her bones.

Judie had expected her accusations to plant doubt in Nate’s mind, maybe even turn him against Corrine. After all, no man would tolerate a woman playing games behind his back. But Nate barely reacted. It was as if her accusations had bounced off him.

When she met his gaze again, that icy, penetrating stare made her heart lurch. A breath caught in her throat, and a cold dread crawled through her veins.

Still, she forced herself to speak.

“I had no choice. My dress was ruined, and to avoid disrupting the event, I asked Miss Holland to swap dresses with me. But… but not only did she refuse to apologize or swap dresses, she also accused me of trying to frame her! And—and then she mocked me for being rejected by you in front of everyone…”

expression remained indifferent, as if she weren’t

tried to force

rise, no sharpness. Just an unsettling stillness, as though

onlookers. Instinctively, they shrank back, suddenly wishing

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her head slightly, watching Nate’s profile with quiet intrigue. That sharp jawline, those

man who indulged her whims with effortless charm. The warmth and tenderness he had shown her before? It had simply been him spoiling her, willing to let her have her way. Every interaction, every moment he had lowered himself to meet her where she stood—it

as he took in

matter should not

a sharp, warning look, silently

crossing

If she hadn’t ruined my dress,

glare hardened; he could barely restrain his frustration. He had already looked into the situation. He knew

swallow her pride, apologize, and still be able to smooth things over. But no—she was determined to