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The idea of Corrine having a boyfriend—it didn’tpute. In his mind, she wasn’t someone who could belong to anyone. She was… above all that. Too untouchable. Too sacred.

Yet while he’d been away, someone had dared to step into her world. Someone had slipped past his watch, touched what shouldn’t be touched, and tainted his angel. Unforgivable.

And if he ever found out who it was, that man would regret it for the rest of his miserable life.

Corrine nced back at him. His expression was a readable map of every emotion storming through him. She arched a brow. “My boyfriend. Youing?”

“Yes!” he blurted, far too fast. His mind hadn’t caught up, but his mouth had already made the decision for him.

Taylor drove them back ten minutes faster than Corrine had earlier. Clearly, he was eager to meet this daring boyfriend.fnf4a5 Content originallyes from find?novel/fnf4a5

At the Serenity Garden parking lot, Taylor stalked close behind Corrine like a well-trained hound, sharp-eyed and ever-present. Anyone who dared nce at her for too long met the full weight of his scowl.

“You still haven’t told me how serious this rtionship is,” he pressed.

He’d been asking in different ways ever since they pulled in.

What kind of man had managed to win her over?

Taylor came from the Charles family—a name tied to nobility in Ezion. By birthright alone, he could im a title whenever he pleased. Status? Unquestioned. Power? Readily avable.

And yet Corrine had rejected him outright. She had said he didn’t meet her standards.

That sentence had seared into his memory like a brand, and he’d never quite healed from it.

So, what kind of man had she epted? What did he have that Taylor didn’t?

Corrine didn’t hesitate with her answer. “We’re engaged.” She paused, then added, “In other words—there’s no one else I’d ever marry.”

As if summoned by fate itself, Nate appeared at the entrance of Serenity Garden, catching her words just as they fell from her lips. For a second, his heartbeat picked up—hard.

Taylor turned and saw him—and froze. “Nate Hopkins? What are you doing here?”

Corrine’s eyes flicked between the two men, her brow lifting. “You two know each other?”

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Nate looked at Corrine, his grip on her waist tightening slightly.

“Why don’t you ask him?”

Corrine blinked, momentarily thrown off. Was he… jealous?

She gave a small, reassuring smile. “I’d rather hear it from you.”

Taylor, caught off guard, froze for a moment.

Corrine had always beenposed—like a flower blooming high on a snow-covered cliff. Distant. Untouchable. Beautiful, but never reaching.

Yet now, she seemed so…pliant.

Was he imagining this?

He cleared his throat and coughed lightly into his fist. His eyes flickered between Corrine and Nate with a seriousness he rarely disyed. “You two…”

Though the sentence trailed off, the weight in his gaze made Corrine immediately understand.

“This is my friend, Taylor Charles,” she said, stepping closer to Nate. Her bodynguage left no room for ambiguity. “And this is my fiancé, Nate Hopkins.”

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