The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1705:

“You two seem very… busy. Took a full two hours to make it downstairs.” He let the words “two hours” stretch with clear intent.

Corrine kept her head lowered, feigning ignorance.

Nate guided her to a seat across from Franco. “Not everyone has your kind of free time.”

Franco lifted an eyebrow, a smug snort following. “No woman in my bed means no paranoia, no rivals, no unnecessary drama. I doubt you’d know how relaxing that feels.”

The barb landed right where he aimed it, a not-so-subtle jab at Nate’s behavior earlier.

Still, Nate remained composed, his expression smooth and unreadable, not a flicker of irritation breaking through.

calmness left Franco feeling like he’d thrown a punch at thin air—ineffective

sat quietly on the couch, eyes fixed on her screen as

eyes, his tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek in frustration. It was clear—these two were

matter how sharp his jabs, they absorbed them with grace, which only made him feel like some sideshow desperate for attention. Eventually, Franco let out a sigh. “Any

decide,” Nate answered, his voice steady and

into the ashtray, Franco stood

pulled up outside a seafood restaurant in Nelting. Franco had gone out of his

doors to

them in quiet elegance. As dusk deepened, warm golden lights lit up the banks, casting reflections that shimmered

narrowed eyes, growing increasingly sour as Nate catered to Corrine without

him, Nate looked like a man who’d traded his pride for affection. One by one, Nate fished out the slivers of celery and scallions from her seafood porridge and slid the bowl toward her. He

couldn’t help but wonder—was this what love really looked like? Love had never been on