The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1189:

“I do not usually put my cooking skills on display,” he said, smirking as he plated a serving. “Corrine, try it and let me know what you think.”

Corrine accepted the plate and sampled a piece. The seasoning was spot on—balanced yet subtle, allowing the meat’s natural flavors to shine through. She chewed thoughtfully before nodding. “Not bad.”

A few feet away, Hawk leaned back, beer bottle in hand, his sharp gaze fixed on her. “You normally hate this, do you not?” he asked.

He was not wrong. Corrine had always despised the smell of lamb, refusing to touch it in the past. Yet here she was, taking small, deliberate bites.

Setting the plate down, she responded in a quiet voice, “I can manage a little.”

Hawk’s expression darkened. He placed his beer aside and, without hesitation, took the plate from her. “You do not have to force yourself,” he said, voice firm. “Since when did you start making compromises for others?”

her from discomfort without a second thought. If she disliked something, they avoided it. For over a year, no one had even suggested lamb at

she was

did not sit well

not go unnoticed. Across the fire, Rosalie’s attention sharpened. Her fingers tightened around the beer can as she took a swig, eyes gleaming with veiled

A natural seductress.

Hawk—who else in the Red Flame organization had been tangled up with

A beautiful woman with a striking figure, constantly surrounded by men… It was obvious, wasn’t it? She had to be

her reasoning, making her thoughts

𝗔𝗿𝗰𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 @ g⍶𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧽𝖼𝗈𝗆

cold, aloof mask—it was an act, nothing more. A performance designed to fool those

the metal of the can before she slammed it onto

Heads turned.