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    Evelyn’s expression darkened slightly. “Has the invitation reached the Ford family?”


    “Yes,” Penny replied. “But they mentioned Mr. Ford isn’t well enough to see guests.”


    Evelyn’s eyes gleamed with a knowing look. “Then I suppose his illness will linger a while longer.”


    Penny caught her drift and chuckled softly.


    After a long, rxing shower, Nate stepped out of the bathroom, towel in hand, only to find Corrine sitting cross-legged at the foot of the bed, opening the box and gazing at its contents.


    She rested her chin on her palm, eyes tracing over the jewelry—ne, bracelet, earrings, and ringid out before her.


    “This set of jewelry is quite old,” Nate remarked, his voice low as he strolled toward her, drying his hair.


    As he passed the sofa, he tossed the towel on it, then sat next to her, his long, graceful legs folding beneath him.


    Corrine nced up at him. “Tell me more about it.”


    At first nce, the jewelry was nothing short of magnificent—especially as it was a rare,plete set. She hadn’t expected Evelyn to be so generous.


    “Grandma brought these into the Hopkins family when she married. They’ve been passed down from her mother,” Nate exined, slipping the bracelet onto Corrine’s wrist.


    The jade color shimmered in the light, making Corrine’s skin glow with a delicate radiance, like polished jade. Nate’s thumb grazed her wrist. “It suits you.”


    Corrine, feeling a touch ufortable with the gift’s weight, tried to remove the bracelet. “It’s too valuable. I can’t keep it. I should return it to Evelyn.”


    Nate gently held her hand, his fingers firm. “Once it’s on, it’s not so easy to take off.”


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    “Do you think this will tie me down?” Corrine raised her arm, shaking the bracelet teasingly.


    “How about I add myself to the equation?” Nate quipped, leaning over and pulling Corrine beneath him, enveloping her in his embrace.


    Corrine rolled her eyes. “Nate, you’re so childish.”


    “Then let’s do something a little less childish,” he murmured, tilting her chin and capturing her lips with his.


    Corrine gasped, parting her lips to breathe, but that brief moment gave Nate the chance to deepen the kiss.


    His fingers threaded through her hair, holding her head as his lips imed hers, slow and deliberate, each kiss deeper than thest. His scent was a thick, almost tangible presence, wrapping around her, consuming her.


    The hem of her nightgown fluttered upward, exposing her waist to the cool air, sending a shiver through her.


    His kisses moved lower, each one a heated whisper against her skin. When he reached a particrly sensitive spot, Corrine’s fingers curled involuntarily. “Enough, enough…” she breathed.


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