The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1273:

And yet, here they were, all standing in quiet, unwavering defense of Corrine. That, more than anything, intrigued him.

Meanwhile, Nate led Corrine into a VIP suite.

As she stepped inside, her gaze instinctively swept the room, taking in her surroundings.

She never got the chance to linger. In the next moment, Nate tugged her back, his grip unrelenting, his free hand pressing firmly against the wall beside her head. He glanced down at the woman in his arms, his voice low, laced with quiet disapproval. “Weren’t you supposed to pick up your uncle?”

How had she ended up here, and with Claude of all people? Perhaps it was his instinctive possessiveness, but seeing Corrine with Claude sent an unbidden surge of anger coursing through his veins.

Corrine lifted her gaze, amusement glinting in her eyes. “Edwin Flores arranged a welcome-back dinner for my uncle tonight. Jules and I simply accompanied him.”

undeniably attractive, but

book—sharp, stylized, almost surreal. The other carried himself with a quiet, commanding presence, as if nobility ran through

drawn in by Nate’s magnetic

weight settling in his chiseled features. His arm tightened

brow, mischief dancing in her expression. Reaching out, she lazily hooked a finger around his tie. “And

lightly. But she also knew, no matter how sharp his words or how fierce his jealousy, he would

as a brewing storm, locked onto

𝒔𝓽𝑜𝓻𝓎 𝒶𝓋𝓪i𝓁𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓉

motion, she looped her arms around his neck, her voice smooth as

deliberate, a careful balm against his

broke through the ice in

head sliding upward, fingers threading through her hair. He leaned down, brushing his lips against hers in a

warning wrapped in