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!”

thrown off by the sudden outburst. Owed whom? Her?

side. His grip was firm, protective, a

only scoffed. Without breaking stride, he brushed past

and Nate sank onto the sofa, and she turned

words to Nate resurfaced

effortless, unreadable. “We had

noticed immediately. Amused, his lips curved, and his typically

fingers absently toying with the cuff of his sleeve. “I never thought the two of you would sit down

fingers trailing through her hair before he pressed a lingering kiss to

moment hung between

into the reception room like he owned

his teeth, the hint of a smirk curling at