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    “Are you going to the hospital?” Nate asked, his deep voice steady.


    Corrine nodded.


    “Yes, I have to go.”


    “Then eat something first,” he said simply.


    She nodded again and slipped out of bed.


    An hourter, the two of them stepped out of the house, fingers intertwined. As they settled into the car, Corrine’s gaze drifted to Nate. The faint shadows beneath his eyes did not go unnoticed. Had he stayed up all night?


    A quiet ache spread through her chest, her emotions tangled. He must have been worried about her mental state yesterday. He had likely kept watch over her, sacrificing his own rest.


    Corrine’s eyes softened as she looked at him. Why was he always so considerate?


    Her mind drifted back to their first encounter—him d in a ck suit, a sleek umbre in hand. He had stepped into her life with force, unrelenting and dominant. Yet, the man beside her now was just as much him. Gentle. Thoughtful. A quiet protector.


    That contrast… that bnce between power and tenderness made it impossible for her to look away.


    The drive was swift, and before she knew it, they had arrived at the private hospital.


    As Corrine stepped out of the car, she froze, her breath hitching at the sight before her. A familiar face stood just a few steps away.


    “Jacob?”


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    Upon spotting Corrine, Jacob’s usual stern expression softened, allowing a rare smile to break through.


    “Miss Hond.”


    Nate’s eyes narrowed the moment he saw Jacob. A cold glint flickered beneath his gaze, sharp as a de slicing through the air.


    The weight of Nate’s stare was palpable, but Jacob remained unflinching. He met the re head-on, his smile deepening ever so slightly, carrying a silent challenge.


    He had known for some time that Nate’s men had been shadowing him. Every step he took, every interaction he had, was under surveince. But what did it matter? Even if Nate knew everything, what could he possibly do?


    Jacob refused to believe that the years of devotion and care he had given Corrine could be so easily erased by Nate’s sudden arrival. His eyes dropped, settling on the ring adorning Corrine’s finger. Though the smile never left his lips, a shadow passed over his features, his expression growing unreadable.


    “Jacob, are you feeling unwell?” Corrine asked, noting the subtle shift in his demeanor.


    Jacob’s expression smoothed as he offered a faint smile.


    “I heard your grandfather was hospitalized. I came to check on him.”


    “I was just about to visit him. Let’s go together.”


    “Of course.”


    Nate moved to follow, but Corrine ced a firm hand on his arm, halting him.


    “You need to go back and rest now.”


    She stood in front of him, keeping the elevator doors open with one hand, her gaze steady.


    Nate arched a brow, his voice dipping into a low, measured tone.


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