Chapter 223:
“I’m coming now.”
Waldo strode ahead, while Jules, one hand tucked casually in his pocket, fell into step beside Corrine.
“Didn’t we agree you’d wait for me before taking action? What made you go ahead on your own?”
Just the thought of it sent a sharp chill through Jules. Corrine’s lips curled into a playful smile.
“Couldn’t resist.”
Jules let out a sigh. What a flimsy excuse.
But he knew better. Corrine had gone ahead on her own because she was worried about Donnelly’s safety.
That was just the way she was—any kindness shown to her, she would repay tenfold.
“Same old rule. Don’t tell Grandpa about this,” Corrine reminded him.
Jules shot her a knowing look.
“I think he already knows.”
Corrine’s heart skipped a beat at his words. As if sensing something, she turned toward the parking lot. Sure enough, Carl’s car was parked there. Her brows furrowed deeply.
“You let it slip in front of Grandpa?”
“Unless I’ve completely lost my mind, I wouldn’t dig my own grave,” Jules retorted.
Instinctively, he reached for a cigarette, but the moment Carl rolled down his window, he felt like someone had smacked the back of his head. He quickly shoved the cigarette back into his pocket.
“You made such a spectacle—there’s no way he wouldn’t find out. Besides, Carl has always doted on Corrine. Even the slightest disturbance was enough to make him anxious. There was no way he hadn’t caught wind of this.”
Corrine’s gaze flickered toward Nate’s car before she suddenly blinked and flashed Jules a sweet smile.
“Jules—”
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“Don’t even start!” Jules cut her off instantly, stepping back as if drawing an invisible line between them.
“I already know what you’re about to ask.” That smile of hers only ever meant one thing—she needed his help. Classic Corrine.
He could only sigh inwardly before heading toward Carl’s car. Jules watched her walk away, and it suddenly dawned on him—he had completely forgotten to ask where she had stayed last night.
Corrine entered her grandfather’s car. She stole a glance at him, noting the slight sternness in his expression. She obediently greeted, “Good evening, Grandpa.”
“Something so serious happened, and you didn’t even think to call me?” Carl huffed, but despite his scolding tone, his eyes held an unmistakable glimmer of concern.
Corrine could tell he wasn’t truly upset, so she flashed a bright, disarming smile.
“I didn’t want to worry you, Grandpa. Besides, look at me now—I’m perfectly fine.”
As she spoke, she wrapped her arm around his and rested her head on his shoulder, her voice laced with playful affection.
“Grandpa, don’t be mad. I promise it won’t happen again.”
Carl looked down at his granddaughter snuggling up to him, and for a moment, it was as if he were seeing his beloved daughter instead. His cloudy eyes softened, and he gently ran his fingers through her silky hair.
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