Chapter 1675:
Behind him, Matias and Saul noticed the transformation in Nate’s demeanor. The oppressive weight in the office lifted and dissolved, replaced by an unexpected lightness—like the first day of spring.
They exchanged knowing glances before quietly slipping away. Alone in the office, Nate approached the sofa with measured steps, pausing before it to gaze down at Corrine with undisguised affection.
She had surrendered completely to sleep, her body tilted precariously against the armrest. Her head gradually slid downward, though some instinctive balance kept her from toppling over completely. Her head bobbed gently, resembling a drowsy chick pecking for seeds.
A smile played across Nate’s lips as he watched her struggle against gravity. Finally, unable to resist, he extended his hand to cradle her head gently.
The unexpected touch startled Corrine from her slumber.
Her eyes fluttered open to find his tall, commanding figure standing before her. A sleepy smile tugged at her lips as she slowly righted herself, wrapped her arms around his waist, and nestled against his warm chest.
Nate’s arm naturally curved around her back, his palm moving in soothing circles, as though comforting a child after a bad dream. After several heartbeats, Corrine tilted her face upward to study him.
His shirt collar lay perfectly aligned against his throat, offering a tantalizing glimpse of his Adam’s apple beneath. The tailored fabric hinted at the firm contours of his chest, tempting her to unfasten a button for a more intimate view.
She drew a small, steadying breath, lowered her gaze, and pressed her cheek against his chest. “Finished with work?” she murmured.
“Yes.” Nate’s response was simple, and his fingers reached out to glide through the silken cascade of her hair.
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Corrine blinked up at him, her eyes clearing from sleep. “Shall we head out now?”
“Where to?” A slight furrow creased Nate’s brow.
“To celebrate,” Corrine replied.
At her words, Nate’s lips betrayed him with an upward curve before he quickly schooled his expression into studied indifference. “Celebrate what?”
Corrine met his gaze, her eyes narrowing with mischievous delight. He was pretending to be unaware, but she didn’t call him out. Instead, she said in a mysterious voice, “You’ll find out soon.”
After departing the company, Corrine guided Nate to the restaurant she had meticulously arranged in advance.
To elevate the celebratory ambiance, the establishment had engaged a violinist and pianist, whose melodic duet wove through the space like an invisible ribbon. The music caressed every corner of the room. When Corrine and Nate made their entrance, they instantly became the focal points of the elegant space.
Countless gazes swiveled toward them, and hushed murmurs rippled through the dining room.
“Are they newly debuted celebrities? They’re absolutely stunning!”
“Forget celebrities! They’re bona fide billionaires!”
“Just look at those shoes—at least a hundred thousand. The shirt, three hundred thousand. Even his tie costs tens of thousands. The suit jacket must be worth a million, and those cufflinks peeking from his sleeves have seven-figure price tags. But most extravagant is that watch on his wrist. I spotted it in a magazine recently—supposedly valued at over twenty million!”
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