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    As they ate, Nate gently separated the scallions from her bowl, his actions deliberate and thoughtful.


    “How does it taste?” he asked, his voice carrying a hint of nerves as his eyes flickered toward her.


    Corrine smacked her lips and yfully dabbed at the corner of her mouth.


    “Delicious.”


    Her small, unintentional gesture of licking her lips stirred something within Nate, his chest tightening, and his gaze darkening in response.


    After dinner, Nate effortlessly lifted Corrine and carried her to the bedroom.


    She was about to step into the shower when her phone rang, slicing through the quiet atmosphere.


    It was Karina.


    “Corrine, Wi’s wedding dress is almost finished. You shoulde by and have a look when you get a chance.” Karina’s voice chimed through the phone.


    Corrine acknowledged her, and then continued toward the bathroom, unhurried.


    “Oh, by the way,” Karina added, “I heard the triennial fashionpetition is being held in Lyhaton this year. Would you be interested in participating?”


    Corrine’s face remained a calm mask, her response soft andposed.


    “Not interested.”


    Designing had always been just a pastime for her, a fleeting creative outlet rather than a means to chase recognition.


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    Karina’s expression conveyed mild disappointment, though she was far from shocked.


    After all, Corrine had never shown an inclination for fame or fortune.


    “If that’s all, I’ll let you go,” Corrine said, her voice warm but firm.


    On the other end of the line, Karina chuckled, a lighthearted sound.


    “I get it, I get it. A romantic night is priceless.”


    With those words, the call ended, leaving only the soft hum of the quiet evening behind Corrine as she prepared for the night ahead.


    The morning sun had barely stretched its arms when Corrinepleted her routine and descended for breakfast. As she ate, her gaze flicked toward Nate, her thoughts already set on the day ahead.


    “Would it be alright if I borrowed your carter?” Taking full advantage of her recuperation time, she intended to visit the studio and check on the progress of the dress.


    “Help yourself to any of the ones in the garage,” Nate replied, his tone casual but generous.


    A spark of excitement danced in Corrine’s eyes. Nate’s garage boasted an array of cars, more than even Jules’ impressive collection, filled with rare gems worth a fortune. She hastily finished her meal, anticipation quickening her pace. But the moment she chose a car, Nate dashed her ns by settling into the driver’s seat.


    “You’re driving today?” Corrine raised an eyebrow, halting in front of the car.


    Nate shed a smile.


    “Always at your service, as your personal chauffeur.”


    Corrine’s mind couldn’t help but admire the irony. To have someone so wealthy and distinguished as Nate at her beck and call was almost surreal. The thought wasn’t lost on her; it felt like a privilege. With Nate at the wheel, Corrine arrived at the bridal studio without a hitch.


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