NovelUpdateChapter 618: "Yes." A moment later, Nate sent a photo.
Corrine's breath hitched the instant she saw it. She knew that background all too well. Without a second thought, she jumped out of bed, grabbed a light cardigan, and hurried out the door.
Her rushed steps nearly sent her colliding into a maid, who was carrying a tray with warm milk and a light dessert.
"Miss Holland, where are you going so late at night?" the maid asked, brows knitting in concern.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Just stepping out for sfresh air," Corrine replied over her shoulder, already vanishing down the corridor. That night, Lyhaton's autumn air carried a crisp chill, threading through the streets like an invisible current. Corrine took an electric sightseeing car to the gates of the Ford family mansion.
Under the soft glow of a streetlamp, she saw him.
Nate stood there, draped in a black suit, his silhouette merging with the shadows around him. He was motionless, like a figure carved from marble—exuding an effortless elegance laced with an air of quiet danger.
His sharp features, seemingly sculpted by divine hands, bore an intensity that stirred something deep within her.
It had only been a few days since they last met, yet to Corrine, it felt like an eternity.
Пiew romov, Her eyes brightened as she ran toward him.
The moment Nate saw her, the cold detachment in his gaze melted, replaced by something softer, warmer. A small smile ghosted his lips.
"Slow down," he murmured.
Ignoring his words, Corrine threw herself into his arms, tilting her head up to press a playful kiss to his chin. Her eyes gleamed mischievously.
"If I take my time, what if sother girl swoops in and steals you away?" Nate chuckled, his hand settling naturally on her slender waist.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"You're all I need. But why aren't you asleep yet?" Corrine rested against his chest, but just as she did, something made her pause. A scent-subtle yet unmistakable. Beneath the expensive cologne lingered the distinct, metallic trace of blood. Was he hurt? Her brows knitted together ever so slightly. Without drawing attention to herself, she burrowed deeper into his embrace, inhaling carefully, as if afraid of confirming her own suspicions.
"My grandfather spoke withearlier about tomorrow's event held by the Chamber of Commerce," she said, though her mind was elsewhere. Nate, ever perceptive, didn't miss her subtle movement. He let her continue, but his gaze sharpened, studying her closely. Then, with the ease of someone who was used to seeing through facades, he lifted her chin with his fingers, forcing her to meet his gaze. A shadow of amusement danced in his dark eyes.
"You've been sniffingfor a while now. What did you find?"
Realizing she'd been caught, Corrine didn't flinch. She met his gaze, e unwavering. M "The smell of blood."
Nate's expression didn't change, but something flickered in the depths of here ve.
his eyes. "Are you afraid of me?" he asked.
Corrine took his hand in hers and pressed her cheek against his palm, nuzzling against it like a kitten seeking warmth.
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