The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1272:

Whether intentional or not, Claude ended up right beside her. His strikingly handsome face bore a cordial smile, but beneath it lingered a subtle provocation, sharp as the edge of a blade.

Corrine’s brows creased ever so slightly, her expression cooling. Did he not understand the boundaries between men and women? Or did he simply not care?

Ignoring Claude, she reached Nate’s side and took his hand. The moment their fingers brushed, he instinctively tightened his grip, his warmth seeping into her skin.

A faint shiver ran through her before settling into something steadier, something comforting. The warmth in his grasp chased away the lingering chill in her heart, and she felt grounded.

Her lips curved just a fraction, the frost in her eyes melting ever so slightly.

dark and unreadable, swept over Claude. “It has been a while, Mr. Lowell, but I see

wrapped in civility but sharpened by an underlying warning. Claude caught the implication instantly. His easygoing smile faltered for the briefest moment, his

a predator interrupted mid-hunt, his fingers absently toyed with the ring on his

also remember what

his gaze locked onto Corrine’s retreating form, tall and poised. A slow, knowing smirk tugged at his lips,

arms crossed, smirked with a mixture of

that do not belong to me?” His voice was smooth, layered with meaning.

journey starts at

her importance to Nate, but witnessing it firsthand made

not yours to meddle with. But if you are looking for trouble,

carrying a distinct edge. “Claude,