The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1540

Chapter 1640:

Taylor froze. His expression crumpled, rebuilt itself, and then cracked again. “Wait, wait a minute…” What the hell?

His mouth moved, but no words followed.

Fiancé? Did she just say Nate Hopkins?

His mind scrambled to assemble the pieces, but they refused to fit.

How had this happened? How had those two ended up together?

His thoughts spun in helpless circles.

If it had been anyone else, he could have made them back off, made them reconsider.

But Nate?

He fought the urge to take a drink right then and there.

Meanwhile, Nate watched the flicker of shock on Taylor’s face. He understood men—understood the look of one realizing, too late, that he’d missed his chance.

“Let’s talk inside,” Corrine offered smoothly.

Once in the private room, the three settled around the table.

Nate passed a cup of coffee to Corrine with familiar ease. Taylor’s eyes narrowed slightly. “She doesn’t take caffeine after six. You didn’t know that?”


Nate met his gaze calmly.

Taylor raised an eyebrow, not breaking eye contact. His words carried a clear message to Nate—he knew Corrine well.

Then, a slow, provoking smile curled on Taylor’s lips.

unfazed by the provocation. “How’s

the way his shoulders squared. “He’s well. He mentioned wanting to fence with you again, but

of the Charles family—didn’t extend such invitations

understood

family, but for the head of the Charles household to mention sparring with Nate…

secrets was Nate

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dishes began arriving one by one,

surprisingly calm, likely due to

glances at Corrine, unreadable emotions flickering in his eyes. Then, abruptly, he


“When’s the wedding?”

out of idle curiosity—he asked because he

Hopkins name carried—he’d find a

meaning behind the question clearly. He

and in his intense gaze, she saw something unshakable—a deep, unwavering

This wasn’t for show.

with nothing less than sincerity. And now, that sincerity wrapped itself around those simple

but Taylor mistook her composure for

laugh, lifted his glass, and drained it in

the three of them stepped out into the night, parting

it disappeared down the road. He squinted his eyes.

Saul replied from the

the rearview mirror. “Sir, one more thing—we’ve


dropped like a match in dry

and Taylor headed straight for the

them suited up in record time. Moments

mock throat-slitting gesture at Corrine, grinning like a

in a blink, a black car and a white car exploded off the

fast. It felt inevitable—like destiny

edged ahead—half

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