?Chapter 918:


    Groggily, she reached for it, but before her fingers could grasp the device, Nate’s arm wrapped around her, pulling her back against him. “Sleep a little longer,” he murmured, his voice a soothing whisper. Corrine nced at him for a brief moment and then dismissed the call, sinking back into the warmth of the bed.


    An hourter, they sat together at the breakfast table.


    The phone rang again.


    When she saw the caller ID, a fleeting coldness flickered across her eyes. Without hesitation, she silenced the call and ignored it.


    Nate, ever observant, noticed her small, deliberate action, but didn’t press the matter. Instead, he casually asked, “Heading to the officeter?”


    “Yeah,” Corrine sighed, her gaze softening with an almost imperceptible regret. “With my boyfriend away, work is the only thing filling the emptiness.”


    Nate’s eyebrows arched slightly, a yful smile curling at his lips. “That’s not something I would expect you to say.”


    To him, Corrine had always been an enigma—cold and distant, as though no force in the world could soften her heart.


    A faint blush spread across Corrine’s cheeks, a hint of self-awareness in her expression. “I didn’t think I’d say it either.”


    Her voice,ced with mock grievance, sounded like that of a neglected wife—but it was no act. The words came naturally, slipping out as though they belonged there all along.


    Maybe every woman had the ability to be tender, but it only came alive when met with true affection and unwavering devotion.


    Nate’s eyes softened with affection as he smiled, his voice filled with warmth. “Come with me to the Independent Continent when I return?”


    Corrine paused mid-bite, the thought lingering for a moment. “I’ll need to reschedule some things for work,” she replied.


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    “No rush,” Nate reassured her. “Just let me know when you’re ready.”


    “Okay,” she nodded, the simplicity of the moment passing between them like an unspoken understanding.


    After breakfast, Nate drove Corrine to Ford Group’s office building.


    “I’m off then,” she said, reaching for the car door.


    Just as her fingers brushed the handle, Nate’s hand shot out to stop her, pulling her back into his embrace and kissing her deeply. From the front seat, Matias blinked in surprise, not expecting such a public disy of affection.


    When the kiss ended, Corrine’s cheeks were tinged with a soft blush, her eyes filled with a gentle allure. Nate gently wiped away the trace of lipstick from the corners of her slightly swollen lips.


    “Call me if you need anything.”


    “Okay,” she replied softly.


    As she opened the car door, Corrine paused for a moment, turned back, and ced a light kiss on his chin before stepping out and closing the door.


    Nate watched her leave, his expression returning to its usual, unreadable calm. “To the airport,” he instructed.


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