The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 227 My Boyfriend Is The Jealous Typenoveldrama

Corrine stood with effortless elegance in her champagne silk dress and light blazer, the delicate fabric dancing in the breeze against her long legs.

Her natural confidence and striking beauty commanded attention, and now, wrapped in an aura of cool detachment, she seemed even more magnetic.

Bruce's eyes darted to the car beside her, its windows tinted an impenetrable black that concealed the occupant within. Though he couldn't see the man, instinct told him it was the same person he'd encountered before.

Perhaps driven by pride, or a desperate need to prove his significance to Corrine, Bruce carefully considered his next words before saying, "Could we talk alone for a moment?"

A sardonic laugh escaped Corrine's lips. "Let's talk here. After all, my boyfriend is the jealous type."

Her words struck Bruce like physical blows, sending a deep, spreading ache through his chest as his hands involuntarily clenched into fists.

"Mr. Ashton, did you come here just to clench your fists?" Corrine's gaze swept meaningfully over his white-knuckled hands as she released another deliberately casual laugh.

Caught off guard, Bruce drew a steadying breath before retrieving a bank card from his pocket. "Take this. The password is your birth date."

Corrine's eyebrow arched delicately. "What do you mean by this, Mr. Ashton?"

"I'm here to apologize on behalf of Rita... no, on behalf of the entire Ashton family." Bruce paused, his words heavy with sincerity. "Rita is young and reckless. She acts without thinking. Please don't hold this against her. This time, it's the Ashton family that owes you. Take this money as compensation."

A ghost of a smile played across Corrine's lips as she lowered her gaze, masking the turbulent emotions in her eyes.

Her usual composure had cracked, revealing something fierce and dangerous beneath.

"What is this? A carrot and stick approach?"

The words dripped with venom.

Heat crept up Bruce's neck as shame colored his features. He moistened his dry lips, his deep voice rough with embarrassment. "This entire mess... it started because of me. I know that. And I take full responsibility."

"If an apology could fix everything, then what would be the point of consequences?" Corrine cut in, her voice sharp as ice. "What you did to me this time can't simply be brushed aside with an apology."

Bruce flinched. His expression faltered, a flicker of panic breaking through his usual composure. "I never expected you to forgive me," he admitted, his voice quieter now. "I just... I want to do what I can to make things right. I know everything you've done for the Ashton family over the years, and I truly appreciate it. But gratitude and love are two different things. I knew I didn't love you. And if I had gone through with the marriage, it would have only hurt you more."

Corrine's face twisted with bitter irony. "Would it have hurt me more or Leah more? Do you need me to remind you of the reasons behind my abduction?"

The mocking smile vanished from her face, replaced by a razor-sharp gaze that seemed to cut straight through him. "You promised to take me to dinner after work and then to choose a wedding dress. I foolishly waited downstairs, but where were you? At that time, you were probably already lost in passion with Leah, oblivious to the world around you."

The accusation hit Bruce like a physical blow, draining the color from his face as his eyes widened. Her words had found their mark, striking deep at a truth he couldn't

deny.