The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

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Nate arched a brow, a slow, mischievous smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Does that mean I get to make a wish now?”

“Let’s eat dinner first,” she replied, dropping her gaze in an attempt to hide the emotions swirling within her.

But the slight tremble in her hand as she held the glass gave her away. Nate didn’t press further. Instead, he lifted his own glass and downed his wine in one smooth motion, never once taking his eyes off her.

His gaze was unreadable, yet undeniable—like a predator watching its prey step willingly into the snare, knowing escape was no longer an option.

“It’s been a while since I made French cuisine. Try it and see how it tastes,” Corrine said, a touch of anticipation in her voice.

plated with such elegance that they seemed almost too beautiful

into a soft, hopeful smile. “I just hope

Nate lifted his fork and took a bite of the foie gras salad. His every movement held an effortless grace, a natural charisma that seemed to draw the

hue over his face. His handsome yet aloof demeanor lent him an almost ethereal quality, as if he was someone too perfect to belong to this world. No matter how many times she saw him, there were always moments—like this one—where his presence left her

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