The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1641:

Corrine shot Taylor a flat, unreadable glance. “More laps? I’m afraid I’ll make you cry.”

He opened his mouth, but no words came.

Heartless. That was the only word for her.

Why did she only pull out this sharp edge when it came to him? Why not with Nate?

He forced a smile and stepped out of the car, quickly falling into stride beside her. “How about a drink?”

Corrine turned her head slightly, her eyes skimming over him. “Sure.” But instead of heading to a bar like most people might, they climbed to the rooftop of the hotel where Taylor had checked in.

They sat cross-legged on the concrete, a dozen beer cans between them, their silence as thick as the darkness surrounding them. Not a word passed for what felt like hours.

Then, without warning, Taylor broke the stillness. “Honestly, the Hopkins family is a mess. Are you really sure you want to get involved?” His brows furrowed, worry etched into his face as he studied her—watching closely, hoping to catch even the smallest flicker of doubt.

Corrine’s eyes flicked toward him, calm and cool. “I have already decided to marry him. What is left to consider?”

her voice. No hesitation. The engagement

A knot twisted low in his chest. He stared at her, gaze lingering longer than it should have, his eyes

beer in a single pull—washing the bitterness down with it. “Fine,” he muttered. “I won’t say another word. Waste of breath anyway. Just… if anything ever happens, if you get stuck in something messy, you know where to find me.” His tone was casual, but the promise

offered a faint smile. Not a

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Corrine and Taylor

seemed out of the ordinary. But the staff hadn’t forgotten how easily Taylor had signed the contract during yesterday’s meeting. Whispers had already begun

Corrine had slipped a hidden clause

clause was so enticing that he signed without blinking,” muttered Wendy Norris from the management team—the same woman who had suggested organizing a welcoming committee. Her voice sliced through the conversation like a blade. The others in the break room fell silent, eyes dropping to

and then spoke again, her voice low and edged with warning. “Miss Holland

walked away without so much as a backward glance. As soon

you think she

“Nothing good, obviously.”

way of stirring

Mr. Charles to sign that contract so

themselves in the office.

and smirks passed around the room. Inside that same office, far from the speculation, Corrine