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    Something shed in them—subtle, almost imperceptible admiration. Standing poised at the foot of the staircase, Corrine exuded a quiet allure. The halter-neck dress she wore hugged her form gracefully, its neckline entuating the delicate curve of her corbone.


    Her beauty was not fragile or doll-like, but striking—bold, untamed, and fiercely independent.


    The Independent Continent had no shortage of beautiful women, yet few carried the raw maism she did.


    His stare didn’t rattle her. Instead, she met it head-on.


    Withnguid grace, she descended the steps, her fingertips grazing the polished wood of the railing—smooth, fluid, like a Persian cat gliding across silk.


    Hearing her approach, Nate turned his head slightly. The cold detachment in his expression melted into a rare, gentle smile. “Awake?”


    Corrine reached him just as he extended his hand.


    Without hesitation, she ced her hand in his palm, allowing him to guide her to the seat beside him.


    “This is Herbert Burton,” Nate introduced smoothly.


    Herbert Burton—the heir to the illustrious Burton family, a name synonymous with power and prestige. But more than just an influential figure, he was a renowned neurosurgeon affiliated with an elite international medical organization.


    Corrine’s gaze sharpened ever so slightly. She smiled. “Corrine Hond.” Burton… Could there be a connection between him and Eaton Burton?


    As the thought crossed her mind, Herbert’s voice broke the moment. “Pleasure to meet you.”


    Before she could reply, Moses interjected, “Did you sleep wellst night? Hey, by the way, I heard about Nate’s proposal. Did you say ‘yes’?”


    Herbert’s sharp eyes flickered with intrigue at Moses’ mention of the proposal.


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    His lips curled slightly as he turned to Nate. “Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider?”


    Unfazed, Nate reached for a ss of warm water and handed it to Corrine. “I never make choices I regret.”


    Herbert understood the weight of that statement and chuckled. “Perhaps. But the real question is—will others allow you to choose so freely?”


    Corrine arched a brow at that remark, but before she could say anything, Herbert rose to his feet. “Aren’t you returning to the Hopkins family residence? I won’t intrude any further.”


    Nate merely gave him a nk look before standing to walk him out. As they reached the door, Herbert cast another lingering nce at Corrine.


    The moment they stepped outside, he exhaled a quiet sigh and muttered, “I think you should reconsider. What you need is not a beautiful woman.”


    He had known Nate for years, and if there was one thing certain, it was that he wasn’t the type to be swayed by appearances. But even he had to admit—Corrine was mesmerizing.


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