Chapter 209 Rejected His Grandfather’s Advice
The downfall of the Ashton family was a direct result of their relentless greed.
They wanted to take advantage of Corrine’s connections and wealth, even planning to use her to cover up Bruce and Leah’s affair.
Yet, Corrine was no ordinary figure; she was the heiress of the wealthy Ford family, the most influential lineage in Lyhaton.
How could anyone think to manipulate her so easily?
“I’m different from them.”
Startled by Nate’s sudden declaration, Corrine gazed at him in confusion.
Nate cradled her face, his strong fingers brushing lightly across her lips. “I love you. I ask for nothing in return.”
As Corrine blinked rapidly, trying to compose herself, she murmured softly, “I know
that.”
“You don’t truly understand,” Nate replied, “or else, why remain so calm?”
He was hinting that she should display more emotion.
A playful glint appeared in Corrine’s eyes as she pulled him close and kissed him.
Observing their intimate moment, Matias, who was sitting in the driver’s seat, discreetly raised the partition to give them some privacy.
As their lips met, Nate wrapped an arm around her waist, lifted her onto his lap, and pressed her against the seat, taking control.
Nate had never expected to become so captivated by a woman.
Being near Corrine ignited a desire in him to always want more, to keep her close and watch over her constantly.
His grandfather had always warned him against falling for anyone, warning him that love could become a vulnerability.
However, Nate now rejected that advice, choosing instead to embrace his feelings for Corrine fully.
If Corrine wanted it, he was ready to turn his entire world upside down for her.
Nate didn’t stop the kiss until he felt Corrine was on the verge of suffocation.
Her face was warm with a rosy tint as Nate’s fingers gently clasped the back of her neck, their foreheads close enough to share secrets, their noses just grazing each other.
Then, unexpectedly, Nate’s laughter filled the air.
Looking up in confusion, Corrine caught Nate’s gaze.
Nate chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “I think I have a better understanding of the story–Helen of Troy.”
His dark eyes held an affection that was impossible to put into words, and the soft smile on his lips made it nearly impossible to look away.
Corrine’s eyebrow arched playfully as she asked, “Isn’t there a fear in you that I might
just ruin your kingdom?”
“My kingdom is well–prepared to handle the chaos you bring,” Nate responded with a
warm chuckle.
Engrossed in their intimate exchange, Nate and Corrine remained oblivious to the outside world, where the Ashton family faced increasing public disapproval.
Some things don’t call for understanding, especially when an outsider interferes in a relationship.
This was evident when the scandal at the anniversary celebration exploded, thrusting
Leah into the center of a social media frenzy, facing criticism that was harsh and personal.
Driven by rage, Leah secluded herself in her bedroom, where she violently smashed her belongings in an attempt to calm her.
However, her rage remained, relentless.
Her eyes landed on the fruit knife in a bowl. Grabbing it, she hacked furiously at an
apple, each strike punctuated by a furious, “Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!”
A knock at her door paused her assault; her mother’s worried voice floated through, saying, “Leah, are you there? Bruce is waiting outside.”
A quick glance at the disarray around her and the blood–tainted knife in her hand prompted Leah to hastily start cleaning.
Meanwhile, outside her door, Sonia Burgess, alarmed by the silence, knocked even harder. “Leah? Do you hear me? Please, Leah.”
Next to her, Bruce’s expression was fraught with concern as he forcefully knocked, attempting to open the door. “Leah, open up. It’s Bruce.”
He was about to force the door open when it suddenly swung wide.
