Chapter 63:
But when she turned back to the documents on her desk, she found she couldn’t focus. Her thoughts kept drifting to Nate, and the possibility of him waiting for her gnawed at her mind.
Moments later, Natasha entered the room. Her sharp eyes caught the slight restlessness in Corrine’s demeanor.
“You seem distracted,” she observed gently, setting a file down on the desk.
“If you’re struggling to concentrate, why not leave early and take a breather?”
Corrine looked up at Natasha, her lips pressing into a faint line as she weighed the suggestion. Finally, she stood and grabbed her bag.
“Let’s go home.”
As the car drove through the city’s bustling streets, they passed the Lonsong Restaurant. Corrine’s gaze lingered on the glowing sign, her thoughts swirling.
On a sudden impulse, she spoke up.
“Stop the car.”
The driver abruptly halted the car, his bewildered gaze meeting Corrine’s in the rearview mirror.
“Miss Holland?”
Corrine adjusted her curls with casual composure.
“Find a parking spot.”
“Certainly,” he responded, quickly maneuvering into an available space and opening her door.
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“I’m taking a brief walk,” she instructed.
“Wait here.” The driver nodded in compliance.
Her high heels clicked rhythmically against the pavement as she strolled down the sidewalk, headed toward Lonsong Restaurant. Though her posture remained poised, her eyes scanned the surroundings, drawn unconsciously by the hope of spotting a familiar, lean silhouette.
“Corrine?” The startled voices of Rita and Leah broke her thoughts.
They had imagined her departure from the Ashton family would leave her downtrodden, stripped of the radiance they envied. Yet here she was, cutting through their expectations like a blade through silk.
Corrine wore a tailored royal blue suit that shimmered with understated opulence, the fabric itself a quiet testament to its exclusivity. The bold hue highlighted her commanding presence, an aura that seemed to challenge the very air around her.
Her dark curls framed her face with effortless allure, their glossy strands softening the icy precision of her elegance.
Leah, who had long harbored jealousy for Corrine’s striking features, felt her envy flare anew. Somehow, Corrine had grown even more captivating, her quiet confidence overshadowing Leah in ways she couldn’t admit.
“Corrine, what are you doing here?” Rita’s voice carried the sharp sting of resentment, her eyes brimming with thinly veiled animosity.
Corrine’s brows knitted slightly, her gaze cooling as it swept over them. Displeasure flickered briefly across her face like a shadow at dusk.
These two—always turning up like weeds in a garden.
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