The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1197:

She couldn’t read him, and that quiet, commanding presence of his only deepened her awe. It was the kind of aura that made her pause, slipping through her composure.

“Miss Holland, are you sure you don’t want to reconsider?” she asked.

Corrine’s smile remained unfazed. She plucked the dice she’d been idly toying with and slipped them into her dice cup, borrowing three more from Nate to make a set of six.

“Reconsider?” she echoed lightly, rolling the borrowed dice between her fingers before tossing them into the cup. “Having the chance to compete with you is an honor. What’s there to reconsider?”

The dice clattered inside the cup, the sound sharp and deliberate. “Besides, even if I lose, it’s not like I’m losing to a stranger. Losing to a friend isn’t something to be ashamed of, is it?”

Rosalie’s smile stretched wider. Bold words. If Corrine was so eager to gamble her dignity, then whatever happened next was on her. If she lost, she had no one to blame but herself.

quiet arrogance gleamed in Rosalie’s eyes.

she already saw Corrine as the

table, Corrine studied her with a soft,

wasted no time, placing a hand on the dice cup, her gaze fixed on Corrine. “Shall I go

gave an indifferent nod.

lifted the cup and began shaking it with what appeared to be reckless abandon. The dice rattled furiously inside, but every flick of her

full half-minute, she brought the cup down with a decisive slam, her lips

gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰0𝗺; 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝗌𝑒𝓃𝓈𝑒𝑔𝓮𝓁

the dice by sound was indeed the most thrilling way to play—a

it in her palm in a moment of stillness. Then she lifted the cup just slightly—enough

Rosalie squinted intently. She leaned forward, her brow furrowed in concentration

on the subtle shifts, the way they landed, straining to decipher the

brought