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

undertone—a faint medicinal scent expertly masked by the coffee’s aroma. To an untrained palate, it would have gone unnoticed. But Corrine had grown up

overpowering. Instead, a mild sweetness lingered, followed by a cooling sensation that spread from her tongue to her temples, easing the tension

pair of dice between his fingers, his

the subtle return of color to her face, he exhaled, though his relief was masked by his usual

slightly, his voice brimming

Che

of his lips. “Enough flattery. Send over

dealer in tow. It was

the young man stepped into the room, his gaze instinctively swept across the players. But when his eyes landed on Corrine,