NovelUpdateChapter 393: Upon entering the private room, Corrine's heart nearly stopped at the sight of Jules among the gathering. A wave of dismay washed over her as she contemplated this cruel twist of fate. Of all possible encounters, why here? Jules, positioned in a corner, immediately noticed their arrival. His gaze fixed on their intertwined hands-hers and Nate's. The soft sound of his glass meeting the table resonated through the suddenly hushed room. Moses glanced between them, sensing the tension.
"Are you two acquainted?" Before Corrine could formulate a response, Jules interjected with bitter amusement.
"She's my cousin. I'd know her anywhere." "Since when did you have a cousin?" Moses exclaimed thoughtlessly, knowing Jules' reputation as the Ford family's sole heir.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNate met Jules' antagonistic stare with the barest hint of a smile.
"Corrine Holland, my girlfriend." Though framed as an introduction, his words carried the weight of a declaration.
Jules' features contorted with barely contained anger at Nate's proclamation. His jaw tightened visibly as he released a derisive snort and drained his glass. Zack approached with perfectly timed intervention, smoothly guiding Jules aside. He turned to Corrine with impeccable courtesy, as if they were perfect strangers.
"Miss Holland, I'm Zack Liam. May I offer you a drink? Or perhaps you'd prefer juice?" His manner was smooth, unassuming. Anyone who didn't know better might have mistaken him for a stranger meeting Corrine for the first time.
Relief washed over Corrine like a cool breeze on a sweltering day when someone finally stepped in to ease the tension. She responded with polite restraint, though a flicker of awkwardness betrayed her.
"Thank you, but really, there's no need to go out of your way." Every soul present had heard tales of Nate-whispers that carried both admiration and unease. Yet seeing him in the flesh, standing with an effortless authority that seemed to bend the air itself, left them all momentarily breathless.
He was the kind of man whose presence alone reshaped the room, commanding respect without so much as a word. Even in stillness, he emanated an unshakable dominance that made others instinctively tread more carefully.
With practiced ease, Nate took Corrine's hand, guiding her toward a sofa. Despite their late arrival, the seat at the center remained conspicuously vacant, as though the universe itself had deemed it his by default.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJust as Corrine moved to sit, a deliberate cough cut through the air. Jules, lounging with calculated nonchalance, motioned for her to sit beside him instead.
Corrine hesitated, the silent weight of an unspoken dilemma pressing on her shoulders. When Nate noticed her hesitation, his response was swift and unyielding-his arm circled her waist in a quiet act of possession as he settled onto the sofa with her.
Unfazed, Jules reached for his drink and took the spot beside her anyway. Corrine's brow creased slightly as her gaze flickered toward him, as if silently questioning what exactly he was up to. Jules met her look with a slow, insouciant smirk.
"What's it to you?" he drawled, stretching out comfortably, one leg draped over the other ina careless ке sprawl. Nules caught sight of Nate's hand resting on Corrine's shoulder, and the sight gnawed at him like a splinter lodged in his palm.
Nate must have felt the weight of his stare because he turned, locking eyes with him. Jyles, never one to back down, arched an eyebrow-a silent challenge laced with mischief.
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