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

admit you tried to force her

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

they shrank back, suddenly wishing they were anywhere but here, far from the

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tilted her head slightly, watching Nate’s profile with quiet intrigue. That sharp jawline, those dark, unreadable eyes—he looked every bit

before? It had simply been him spoiling her, willing to let her have her way. Every interaction, every moment he had

arrived, squinting as

This trivial matter should not have disrupted

shot Judie a sharp, warning look, silently

scoffed, crossing her

apologize? It’s Corrine’s fault! If she hadn’t ruined my dress, none of this would’ve happened! She should be the one

had already looked into the situation. He knew the truth—this was all

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