The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1297:

Corrine pressed her fingertips to her temple, massaging briefly before shaking her head. “Nothing.”

Jonathan’s sharp gaze flickered over her complexion, and though his expression remained unreadable, his fingers curled into a tight fist inside his pocket. For a moment, he seemed about to speak, but he swallowed his words, exhaling through his nose. After a beat, his voice came out composed yet firm. “Bleacher, bring her a cup of coffee.”

They settled at the gambling table, and soon Bleacher returned with a porcelain cup in hand. He set it before Corrine with practiced elegance. “Miss Holland, please have some coffee.”

Corrine inclined her head slightly but made no move to accept it. Jonathan chuckled, a knowing glint in his eyes. “I do not resort to tricks like poisoning.”

“That’s not what I meant. You’re overthinking,” she replied, her voice light but edged with wariness. Still, she reached for the cup.

lifted the lid, her expression

coffee’s aroma. To an untrained palate, it would have

neither bitter nor overpowering. Instead, a mild sweetness lingered, followed by a cooling sensation that spread from her tongue to her temples, easing the tension

fingers, his gaze flickering

to her face, he exhaled, though his relief was masked by his usual indifference. He turned to Bleacher, his tone

in surprise before he bowed slightly, his voice brimming with gratitude.

Che

the corners of his lips. “Enough

dealer in tow. It was the handsome young man Corrine had met at the gambling table

gaze instinctively swept across the players. But when his eyes landed on Corrine, he froze. Surprise flickered across his