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    Andromache stiffened, her fingers gripping the fork tighter. She could only endure a few more moments before the tension broke, and she put down her fork. “Nate, what’s it going to be? Are you really going to stay in Lyhaton just for a woman?”


    “My business is none of your concern,” Nate replied, his words clipped and cold, his dark eyes carrying a chilling finality.


    Andromache’s breath caught in her throat. Her lips trembled as she bit back the frustration threatening to spill over. “I shouldn’t havee today.”


    With that, she rose from her seat, her movements sharp with resentment.


    Evelyn watched her retreating figure, her voice cold as ice. “From now on, you have no reason toe here.”


    “And you’re kicking me out?” Andromache’s eyes shed with a mixture of fury and disbelief.


    “You’re too prestigious for my humble abode,” Evelyn replied, her tone as frosty as the first winter morning.


    Andromache’s gaze lingered on Evelyn for a moment, her nostrils ring with indignation. With a final, disdainful sniff, she turned and stormed out, not sparing another nce.


    After her departure, Evelyn lost her appetite, excusing herself to retire to her room.


    In the dining room, Corrine rested her chin on one hand, the other tapping rhythmically on the table with her long, delicate fingers. Each tap seemed to echo louder in the charged silence. “The Quinn family heir she mentioned—was it a woman or a man?”


    Nate’s brow furrowed slightly, as though he were contemting a riddle. “It could be a man.”


    Corrine narrowed her gaze, a quiet storm brewing behind her eyes. “If it really were a man, why would she say that to my face, and why would your grandma cut her off at such a critical moment?” Evelyn’s earlier anger had been fueled by two fires. First, Andromache’s tant disrespect had rubbed her the wrong way. Second, Evelyn wasn’t blind—she saw right through Andromache’s attempt to nt seeds of discord.


    Nate nced at Corrine and, after peeling thest shrimp with deliberate care, wiped his fingers on a napkin. “So, what’s running through your mind?”


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    “Am I the other woman in your life?” Corrine asked, her voice a mixture of curiosity and caution.


    Regardless of whether Andromache’s words were meant to stir trouble or merely add fuel to the drama, they had sessfully struck a chord within her. No woman can standpletely unfazed when another woman gets too close to her man.


    If she truly didn’t care, it would only mean she wasn’t invested in him at all.


    “No!” Nate’s response was immediate, though he quickly realized itcked the necessary weight. He gave her a serious look. “Apart from you, I have no interest in any other woman.”


    His words eased a knot in her chest, and she let the matter slip. “That’s good,” she said, her tone light but firm.


    It wasn’t that she couldn’t stomach the idea of Nate having past rtionships. What she couldn’t bear was the thought of him keeping ambiguous connections with other women now that they were together.


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