The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 664:

The firmness in his tone left no room for argument. If anything, his strict command only confirmed what she had suspected—Nate knew exactly what had transpired between her and Hodge.

And that flicker of ruthlessness in his gaze? She did not miss it.

A warning bell rang in her mind. If she ever truly crossed a line with Hodge, Nate would not hesitate to eliminate the problem. He did not care about the Seymour family’s reputation, nor did he play by rules that did not suit him.

Corrine met his gaze, unshaken, and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her face into his shoulder. A quiet sigh escaped her lips.

“You are Nate Hopkins,” she murmured, her voice a soft caress.

“How could you let another man rattle you like this?”

To her, Nate was always the calm, calculating mastermind—someone who controlled situations with effortless precision, never breaking a sweat.

Yet here he was, tense, on edge, his jealousy raw and unfiltered. His grip tightened on her chin, forcing her to look at him. His gaze was dark, piercing, unwavering.

“Promise me,” he demanded.

did not flinch. Instead, her eyes softened, a

know how to keep my distance

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Seymour and Ford families had longstanding ties. It was inevitable for them to

jealousy simmering beneath his exterior. The thought of her childhood connection with Hodge—the memories they shared—tightened something in Nate’s chest, a feeling

“Do you like him?”

bubbled up, light

she teased, shaking her

And Jules was always

Nate doubted her, she would call Jules right now

his gaze slowly faded, his rigid stance softening. A quiet exhale left his lips as he brushed his fingers through her hair,

believe you,”

pushed herself up on

“You’re not mad anymore?”