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.

the lid, her expression

palate, it

sweetness lingered, followed by a cooling

dice between his fingers, his gaze flickering toward her, studying every

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

slightly, his voice brimming

Che

amusement dancing at the corners of his lips. “Enough

only to return with a dealer in tow. It was the handsome young man Corrine had met at the

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