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.

Franco feeling like he’d thrown a punch at

sat quietly on the couch, eyes fixed on

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

which only made him feel like some sideshow desperate for

his

cigarette into the ashtray, Franco stood

restaurant in Nelting. Franco had gone out of his way to book a

doors

quiet elegance. As dusk deepened, warm golden lights lit up

increasingly sour as Nate catered to Corrine without

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 even peeled the shell off a mussel before placing it gently on her plate. It

help but wonder—was this what love really looked like? Love had never been on Franco’s agenda. He