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?”

second thought. If she disliked something, they avoided it. For over a year, no

was the one

not sit well

casual remark did not go unnoticed. Across the fire, Rosalie’s attention sharpened. Her fingers tightened around the

A natural seductress.

in the Red Flame organization had been

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

the edges of her reasoning, making her thoughts

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nothing more. A performance designed

before she slammed it onto the table with a loud clunk, shattering the

Heads turned.