NovelUpdateChapter 676: "Of course," Hodge replied, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Then his gaze shifted, settling on Corrine, lingering as he took her in.
The change in atmosphere was almost tangible. Despite the sunlight streaming in from outside, an icy chill crept into the room, and the growing tension seemed to press down on everyone present.
Jules pinched the bridge of his nose and leaned in toward Corrine, lowering his voice.
"Do you not think Grandpa is unusually enthusiastic today?" Corrine arched an eyebrow, meeting his gaze with a knowing look.
Of course, she had noticed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe Seymour and Ford families had been close for generations.
Carl had never once entertained the idea of solidifying that through marriage. If that had been his plan, he would not have waited all these years.
Yet today, Carl's warmth toward Hodge was unusual.
Had he suddenly changed his mind? As Corrine mulled over the thought, a familiar voice sounded from behind.
"Mr. Carl Ford." Her shoulders tensed, and a sense of unease surged through her like an unexpected tide.
She lowered her gaze, unwilling to meet Nate's eyes.
Keep reading at gVlThe moment his voice cut through the air, the entire room shifted its attention toward him.
Nate approached with a composed, respectful demeanor.
"Mr. Ford, may I have a private word with you?" A brief pause settled over the space before Carl gave a slow nod and strode toward the exit with measured steps, Nate following beside him.
Jules leaned in toward Corrine, whispering, "What do you think they are talking about?" Corrine tilted her head, blinking innocently.
"Why do you not go and find out?" Jules scoffed, his lips twisting into a half-smirk.
"So, you are just going to lettake the risk?" Corrine grinned.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Well, is that not what elder cousins are for?" Realizing he had no witty comeback, Jules simply grabbed her hand and started walking.
"Where are we going?" she asked, startled.
"The country club."
As they walked away, Hodge instinctively took a step forward intending to follow. But before he could, a firm hand landed on his shoulder. Moses.
Though they were close in age, their family hierarchy demanded-respect, and Hodge had no choice but to greet him properly. "Uncle Moses," Hodge greeted.
Moses slung an arm around Hodge's shoulders, his voice calm but firm.
"Hodge, since you're callingUncle, letgive you a piece of adviceCorrine go. You and she are not meant to be."
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