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Just nine words—devoid of her name or embellishment—yet each syble resonated with unspoken concern that warmed her despite herself.

This man was truly… both infuriating and impossibly endearing!

Corrine’s lips curved into a subtle pout as she crafted her response. “How should I take this medicine?”

Despite the clearly printed instructions staring back at her, she found herself craving this small conversation with Nate.

Corrine waited for his reply. Instead of a message, her phone screen lit up with Nate’s iing call.

She hesitated briefly before sliding her finger across the screen to answer.

“You finally decided to talk to me?” His deep, alluring voice flowed through the phone, warming her ear.

Hearing his familiar tone after so long made Corrine’s heart quicken despite herself.

“Who said I wasn’t talking to you? You were too busy to even notice me!” She deliberately emphasized thest two words.

Nate’s low chuckle resonated through the line, his tone both indulgent and tender. “Even if you’re angry, you shouldn’t neglect your health.”

“What do I have to be angry about?” Corrine retorted, her stubbornness a thin veil over her hurt. She paused, gathering her courage before adding softly, “Even if I’m angry, it’s because you’re notpletely honest with me.”

If she hadn’t taken the initiative to investigate Amelie herself, she might never have uncovered the woman’s true identity.

Nate grew quiet, considering his words carefully. “How about giving me a chance to offer a sincere apology?”

“What?” Corrine asked.

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A chance for a sincere apology? What did that mean?

Suddenly, the distinctive whirring of helicopter des prated the evening silence, drawing her attention toward the window.

An improbable thought shed through her mind.fne623 Latest content published on FindN()vel/fne623

Ending the call with a swift tap, Corrine rushed to the window and beheld an extraordinary sight: a banner trailing behind the helicopter, emzoned with the bold deration: “Corrine, I’m sorry.”

Corrine arched a single eyebrow, her expression betraying a whisper of disappointment.

That was all? Could such a theatrical disy truly constitute the sincere apology he had promised?

While these thoughts tumbled through her mind, a rope unfurled from the hovering aircraft, and Nate—with breathtaking confidence—descended from the twilight sky, one-handed and utterly fearless.

His brazen appearance puzzled her. Didn’t he worry that her grandfather might discover his presence here? The thought troubled her.

Before Corrine could fully process this audacious entrance, Nate had alreadynded gracefully on her balcony and strode toward her.

“I’m here to offer a sincere apology.” With that, he ced a soft whip into Corrine’s palm.

Corrine stared at the unexpected object in her hand, her eyebrows arching with confusion. “What does this mean?”

“If you’re truly upset, you can whip me until your anger subsides. I promise I won’t utter aint.”

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