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    Just as Corrine was piecing it together, Nate shifted his gaze to Rachel, his expression unreadable, his usual cool indifference firmly in ce. “Did you need something?”


    The subtle reminder jolted Rachel back to the moment. She straightened, hastily retrieving a small box from her bag. “Uncle Franco knew I wasing to Lyhaton and asked me to bring this to you.”


    The moment the box appeared, Nate’s gaze sharpened, a fleeting shadow darkening his eyes.


    Without a word, he nced at Saul.


    Saul stepped forward and took the item from Rachel’s hands.


    Rachel hesitated, fingers curling slightly as she deliberated before speaking again. “Uncle Nate, if I marry into the Ford family… how should I address Corrine?”


    The question lingered, loaded with implications. Technically, Corrine would be her cousin-inw. But considering Nate and Corrine’s rtionship… it felt absurd.


    Corrine exhaled slowly. This truly was aplicated web.


    Nate, however, answered without hesitation, “Naturally, you should call her Aunt Corrine.”


    Rachel blinked, as if still trying to process the bizarre hierarchy. “Alright.” She nodded absently, then rose to her feet. “I will take my leave now.”


    As soon as the door closed behind Rachel, Corrine pulled away from Nate’s grasp, arms crossing over her chest as she eyed him with a knowing smirk. “So, was Jules’ marriage arrangement your doing?”


    “You cannot force love,” Nate murmured, pulling her back into his arms. “I merely nudged a few things in ce. The choice was always hers.”


    Though he had not directly interfered, his actions had undoubtedly acted like a bridge between the two families.


    Still, as he had said—love could not be manufactured. If Rachel’s feelings for Jules had not been real, she would not have stepped forward willingly, and none of this would be happening.


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    As his fingers brushed over Corrine’s cheek, he couldn’t help but lean in, pressing a lingering kiss against her lips. “Anything else you are curious about?”


    Corrine studied him. “What is her uncle Franco’s rtionship with you?” She had done her research on Rachel and the Astley family.


    Franco Astley—Rachel’s father’s younger brother—was a ruthless man. A figure draped in quiet menace. He was cold, calcted, dangerous.


    The Astleys were not just wealthy—they were a dynasty. A family that moved behind the scenes of power, their influence stretching beyond what most couldprehend.


    Nate’s expression remained unreadable. “I’m not rted to Rachel by blood, but her father, three uncles, and I are as close as brothers. That’s why she also calls me uncle.”


    Corrine nodded, digesting the information. “So, there are five of you, and you are the youngest?”


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