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    “Look into Leah’s assistant. Find a way to extract something useful from her.”


    Jules, almost as if expecting this, replied swiftly, “You want her to change her testimony at the critical moment?”


    “Taking the fall for someone usually involves either money or threats to their life,” she responded coolly.


    “I’ll handle it. You focus on getting better,” he texted back.


    Corrine put down her phone and tapped her finger against the bowl of fruit sd. Standing up, she made her way toward Nate, walking with a slight limp.


    Nate heard footsteps approaching from behind, and when he nced over, his eyes met Corrine’s.


    “Feeling hungry?” he asked.


    “Is there anything I can help with?” Corrine leaned her hands on the table, her gaze fixed on Nate as he deftly worked with the chicken drumsticks.


    Following his suggestion to eat nourishing foods, it seemed dinner would be a pot of chicken drumsticks and soup, just as he had rmended.


    Nate’s eyes flicked over to her, noting the casual looseness of her neckline. Her corbone was subtly exposed, and her long hair was gathered up, leaving her smooth skin exposed to the room’s warm lighting.


    His throat tightened at the sight, and quickly, he averted his gaze.


    “Sit on the sofa,” he said, his voice gently firm.


    “Be careful not to burn yourself.”


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    Corrine pouted in response before turning and, with a nonchnt motion, pushed herself up, sitting casually on the table beside him.


    “This is morefortable,” she said with a yful swing of one leg, eyes never leaving Nate.


    From where she sat, she could clearly see Nate’s sharp jawline and the striking elegance of his features. A face like that was impossible to forget.


    Surely, on the Independent Continent, he’d drawn the eyes of many admirers.


    Corrine absentmindedly plucked a small tomato from the vegetable basket, popped it into her mouth, and bit down, only to find it sour, not sweet.


    The golden glow of the setting sun poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the kitchen in warm light, adding a peaceful touch to the scene.


    Nate moved around the table, his focus unwavering as he worked, while Corrine, hands resting on the table, quietly observed him.


    It was simplicity in its purest form, yet filled with warmth.


    When the chicken soup was finally ready, Nate served it alongside two more dishes.


    “Go wash your hands ande eat,” Nate called, ncing at her. Corrine gave a nod and hopped down on one foot to move toward the sink.


    In an instant, Nate’s hands were on her waist, steadying her.


    “Do you know first aid?” he asked.


    At his question, Corrine’s eyes shifted slightly, but her tone remained casual.


    “I picked up a bit of it when I was with Jules in the army.” She learned a bit?


    Such a statement might deceive others, but not Nate.


    From the way she treated her foot earlier, Nate could tell that what she had learned was far more than just a little.


    But, since Corrine wasn’t inclined to borate, he chose not to press the matter.


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