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.

any thoughts?” she asked

her, a bedroom was just a place to rest. She couldn’t quite grasp

he surprised

about leaving the Ford

question threw her off balance. The faint smile at the corner

along the rim

sure when I’ll be

furrowed at

steady breath, her voice calm and

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

g al n ovels

held no real amusement, only

I learned to read people clearly. Learned not to get

into the Ford family,

last. Perhaps a week, maybe a month.