The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life novel Chapter 129

Chapter 129 Very Sweet

Just as Corrine felt herself losing balance, Nate materialized beside her, his steady arm catching her around the waist.

“Are you okay?” Concern laced Nate’s voice.

“I’m fine,” Corrine assured him.

“Sorry, did my daughter bump into you?” The girl’s father looked at Corrine apologetically.

Corrine shook her head, dismissing his worry.

The father’s expression shifted as he turned to his daughter, crouching down to meet her eyes. “Didn’t I tell you not to run around when we’re out? If this happens again, our outings will have to stop.”

“Daddy, I’m sorry.” The little girl’s fingers found their way to her father’s sleeve, her eyes swimming with tears. “Daddy, could I have a lollipop?”

The father’s stern facade crumbled at his daughter’s pleading. “Promise me you won’t run around anymore.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

The moment the sweet treat touched her hands, she wrapped her arms around her father’s neck, planting a tender kiss on his cheek.

The scene stirred something deep within Corrine, casting a shadow across her usually bright eyes.

When she emerged from her reverie, she discovered Nate had vanished from her side.

Her eyes searched the crowd instinctively, finding him approaching with a lollipop in hand, his presence standing out even among the sea of faces.

“Try it,” he offered, having noticed her lingering gaze earlier.

Corrine accepted the treat after a moment’s hesitation and tasted it, its sweetness melting on her tongue and seeping into the corners of her heart.

“What crossed your mind earlier?” Nate inquired, having caught both the flash of sadness in her eyes and the bittersweet smile that followed.

Corrine’s grip tightened on the lollipop stick, her demeanor cooling. “Just remembering people and things that shouldn’t matter anymore.”

“If they’re not worth remembering, let them go.” Nate enveloped her cold hand in his warm one. “Don’t carry the weight of others‘ mistakes.”

A smile graced Corrine’s lips, transforming her delicate features. “How can you certain the mistake wasn’t mine?”

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“Your happiness matters more to me than assigning blame.” His words rode the evening breeze to her ears, stirring emotions she struggled to contain.

Corrine’s gaze wavered as she exhaled softly. “My mother died when I was very young. When my father remarried, I discovered I had a sister just three months younger than me. Everything seemed fine at first, but then…”

Her body tensed, fingers curling into tight fists as she fought for composure.

Her voice quivered despite her efforts. “When my maternal grandfather learned of my situation, he brought me to live with the Fords, severing all contact with my father. Even though I tried to forget those people and memories, they resurface without warning.”

Nate listened intently, his dark eyes studying her pale features, noting her increasingly cold hand and trembling voice.