The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1641

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.

him, calm and cool. “I have already decided to marry him. What is

No hesitation. The engagement had already happened.

Corrine well. But hearing it spoken aloud struck something raw inside him. A knot twisted low in his chest. He stared at her, gaze lingering longer than it should have, his

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,

a faint smile. Not a

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both Corrine and Taylor arrived at Blue Core Technology—one

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

Corrine had slipped

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

low and edged with warning. “Miss Holland is

without so much as a backward glance. As soon as she

think

“Nothing good, obviously.”

always had a way of stirring up

get Mr. Charles

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

room. Inside that same office, far from the speculation, Corrine