The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1650:

Drawing a quiet breath to steady herself, Corrine forced a calm reply.

“I thought you were here for a tour?”

Before the moment could stretch any further, she seized the opening to slip out from under Nate’s arm.

The loss of her warmth left a strange emptiness in Nate’s chest.

Sliding one hand casually into his pocket, he glanced around her room. It was just as he remembered—warm, comfortable, but strangely impersonal.

For all that it was Corrine’s bedroom, there were no photographs, nothing to hint at her life or personality.

It was like she was just passing through—a traveler in a hotel room, ready to pack up and move on at any time.

Corrine settled onto the sofa, calmly lifting a ceramic mug to her lips. Her clear, observant eyes studied Nate as she took a small sip.

thoughts?” she

She couldn’t quite grasp why Nate seemed so absorbed

he

leaving the Ford

The faint smile at the

traced slowly along the rim of her

not sure when I’ll be shown the

furrowed at

breath, her voice calm and detached, as

long for Dewey to bring Clarissa into the house,” she began. “That was when I learned I had a half-sister, one born only a few months after me. Everything changed from that moment on. I was no longer the only daughter of the Holland family. My father was no longer just my father. Family dinners, vacations—they all went on in my absence. Excuses piled up. Reasons were given. I was sent away over and over again. For a time, I stayed with Dewey’s parents in the countryside. But after they passed, Dewey didn’t rush to bring me back. Instead, I was passed from place to place like baggage no one wanted to claim. At first, people treated me well, and I clung to that warmth like it was all I had.

g

laughed, but it held no real amusement, only

got used to it. I learned to read people clearly. Learned not to get attached. Learned to prepare myself to leave before I could be thrown out. It’s

brought her into the Ford family, Corrine

to expect permanence and was unsure of how long the warmth would last. Perhaps a week, maybe a month. Her instincts told