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    “You wouldn’t dare!” Corrine snapped, her eyes burning with anger. Her grandfather already disapproved of how Nate handled the Becker family, and he had even struck her earlier. If Carl found out what had happened today, it would stir up a huge mess. Zeke was doing this on purpose!


    Zeke nudged the ss closer to her. “It’s just a meal. It won’t take long.”


    Corrine scoffed, crossing her arms in clear contempt.


    “You didn’t always act like this around me,” Zeke said with a sigh, his voice soft with what sounded like nostalgia.


    Corrine looked at him, puzzled. This wasn’t the first time he had alluded to their past. She couldn’t remember anything about him, no matter how hard she tried.


    For a moment, she wondered if he had mistaken her for someone else. Noticing her confusion, Zeke’s face showed a hint of disappointment. Instead of offering an exnation, he asked, “Why did you pick Nate over me? I believe I’m just as good.”


    It wasn’t just talk. The Cooper family had been a powerful dynasty in Lyhaton for a century, with untold wealth.


    Zeke himself was young, sessful, and just as refined as Nate in both his demeanor and looks.


    Corrine studied him for a moment before answering, “Maybe he’s simply more approachable.” Zeke didn’t say a word.


    “You said we knew each other before?” Corrine asked, still unsure.


    Zeke met her eyes, pausing before speaking softly. “I’d rather let memoriese back on their own than force them.”


    Corrine didn’t push Zeke any further after he refused to answer. They sat quietly for a moment.


    At that point, a waiter came over and started setting down the tes, one after the other.


    “You’ve got to try the ck truffle here—it’s their specialty,” Zeke said, pushing the roasted beef with truffle closer to Corrine.


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    “Thanks,” she replied in a cool tone.


    She reached for the knife and fork, but as she lifted her arm, a sharp pain shot through her, making her wince.


    Zeke quickly stood up and moved to her side. “Did you hurt yourself earlier?”


    “It’s nothing,” Corrine said, brushing it off.


    She couldn’t bring herself to admit the injury came from her grandfather. How could she face anyone if they knew?


    Zeke, on the other hand, reached out and grabbed her shoulder, his hand sliding down her arm to check for damage. When he felt the swelling, his face darkened. “We’re going. I’m taking you to the hospital.”


    “There’s no need,” Corrine answered. “It’s just a small injury.”


    “Come with me. Right now!” Zeke insisted, trying to pull her to her feet.


    Before he could, a hand grabbed his shoulder.


    The faint smell of cold wood hit her, and her heart dropped with dread. A shiver ran down her back.


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