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?”

voice. No hesitation. The engagement had already happened. Turning back was no longer

But hearing it spoken aloud struck something raw inside him. A knot twisted low in his chest.

head back and drained the rest of his 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

offered a faint

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and Taylor arrived at Blue Core Technology—one after the

hadn’t forgotten how easily Taylor had signed the contract during yesterday’s meeting.

hushed voices if Corrine had slipped a hidden clause into the contract without

blinking,” muttered Wendy Norris from the management team—the same woman who had suggested organizing a welcoming committee. Her voice sliced through the

sip and then spoke again, her voice low and edged with warning. “Miss Holland is a clever one. You all might want to tread

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

think she meant

“Nothing good, obviously.”

a way of

how did Miss Holland get Mr. Charles to sign

morning and locked themselves in the office. It’s been hours now. Think they are… doing

that same