The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1294:

Then—Jonathan’s phone rang.

His gaze flickered toward the screen. Seeing the caller ID, his expression shifted subtly.

A long, calculated pause stretched before he finally answered.

Whatever he heard on the other end made his eyes narrow. His grip on the phone tightened, his pupils contracting with something dark and dangerous. A slow, ominous energy settled over him.

Without a word, he ended the call with a cold, disdainful snort.

His cold gaze locked onto Nate’s, unreadable and sharp. Then, without warning, his eyes flicked to Corrine. A heartbeat later, he strode forward, his voice edged with frustration. “I must have owed you in my past life!”

furrowed as she stared at him, thrown off by

Jonathan closed the distance, Nate reacted on instinct, pulling Corrine against his side. His grip was firm, protective, a silent warning. At that moment, he radiated the quiet, lethal dominance of a lion guarding

only scoffed. Without breaking stride, he brushed past them, heading straight for

onto the sofa, and she turned to him, searching

Nate resurfaced in her mind: “So

reply was effortless, unreadable. “We had matters to

something he noticed immediately. Amused, his lips curved, and his typically cold voice carried the barest trace of

her fingers absently toying with the cuff of his sleeve. “I never thought the two of you would sit down and talk, considering

business.” His hand lifted, fingers trailing through her hair before he pressed a lingering kiss to

hung between them, warm

stepping into the reception room like

comfortable, and something in his expression sharpened. He clicked his tongue against his teeth, the hint of a smirk curling at his lips. “I wonder if