NovelUpdateChapter 632: Nate's eyes flicked toward Moses, his expression darkening almost imperceptibly before he shifted his gaze to the rest of the table. His voice was steady, cool.
"Please, do not let this affect your day. Let's carry on as usual.” Terrance Brooks, Karina's father, seized the moment to smooth things over. Raising his glass, he offered a polished smile.
"Mr. Hopkins, it is a rare occasion to see you accepting an invitation. It is truly an honor to have you here today." Karina, seated beside him, rolled her eyes in quiet disdain.
The Brooks family was one of Lyhaton's top four families, after all. She found her father's sycophantic behavior nauseating. Groveling was beneath them, and his eagerness to curry favor made her skin crawl.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNate met Terrance's gaze with effortless composure.
"You flatter me, Mr. Brooks," he said, lifting his glass in response.
"I have been preoccupied over the past few years and have not had the chance to attend. I hope my presence today has not inconvenienced anyone." His tone was smooth, his demeanor polished—far beyond what one would expect from a typical wealthy heir.
And with his strikingly handsfeatures, it was no surprise that the women in the room stole glances at him, their admiration barely concealed behind lowered lashes.
As the meal cto an end, no one dared to leave before Nate did. It was not a spoken rule, but his mere presence at the head of the table held an unspoken authority, keeping everyone firmly in their seats.
Except for Jules.
gov- check it out! He rose from his chair, adjusting his sleeves before nodding toward Corrine.
"Corrine, let's go." Corrine hesitated, her fingers lightly curling into the fabric of her dress. She stole a glance at Nate, her expression unreadable, yet a trace of reluctance lingered in her eyes.
But now was not the tfor affection. Not here, not in this setting.
She inhaled deeply, steadying herself, and then stood to follow Jules.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJust as she turned, Nate lifted his gaze. His fingers traced the rim of his wine glass, his lips curving into a barely- there smile.
"Miss Holland," he murmured, his deep voice effortlessly cutting through the low hum of conversation. "Please wait." The words were calm, devoid of any discernible emotion.
Corrine's breath caught for a split second.
Around the table, the ladies who had vied for Nate's attention stiffened. The shift in the atmosphere was palpable-envy, disbelief, and barely concealed resentment rippling through them like a silent storm. If jealousy had a physical form, Corrine was certain she would have been torn apart on the spot.
She turned back to face him, masking any reaction behind a m any reaction practiced, Serene smile. "What can I do for you, Mr. Hopkins?"
Nate swirled the wine in his glass with an almost ost lazy motion, his gaze steady. "It is nothing urgent," he replied.
"I have heard the scenery around here is remarkable. I was hoping you could showaround. His tone remained composed, but there was something beneath the surface that sent a faint warmth curling through the otherwise cool air between them.
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