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Jules lit a cigarette, drew deeply on it, and exhaled his reply through wisps of smoke. “I’ll head backter.”

“Alright.”

Upon returning to the Ford Mansion, Corrine discovered Jayden, Chelsea, and Waldo lounging on the living room sofas.

Harmony enveloped the space as the family sipped coffee and deliberated over the intricate details of Jules’ forting wedding. Chelsea dominated the conversation with unbridled enthusiasm, while Jayden and Carl contributed little more than attentive silence. Chelsea’s animated expressions betrayed her unmistakable approval of Rachel.

Corrine lingered briefly, exchanged a meaningful nce with Waldo, and then quietly slipped away.

Drifting toward the veranda, she pressed her palms against the cool balustrade, her gaze drawn to the meticulously pruned pine trees standing sentinel in the courtyard.

Sunlight painted them as dignified gentlemen, yet darkness transformed them into looming beasts. Their dual nature reminded her forcefully of someone she knew—a man outwardly detached andposed during daylight hours who, when night fell and pretenses dissolved, could no longer conceal the primal wildness etched into his very essence.

Lost in contemtion, she was startled as Waldo’s voice emerged from behind.

“What do you need from me?”

Corrine pivoted slightly to face him.

“At the engagement party, what did Grandpa and Evelyn discuss?”

With Carl’s and Jayden’s stubborn reticence, she knew they would divulge nothing.

Waldo remained her only hope.

From childhood onward, Waldo had always stood unflinchingly by Corrine’s side, no matter what trouble she found herself in.

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As Waldo adjusted his sses, a shrewd glint appeared in his eyes.

“Help me arrange a meeting with Jolene.”

Corrine’s eyebrow arched, surprise briefly dancing in her gaze.

“Are you two still giving each other the silent treatment?”

Waldo’s lips pressed into a thin line, his jaw hardening visibly—silent confirmation of her question.

She had thought that after the bar fight, the two would take advantage of Waldo’s recovery time to reconcile.

In her experience with novels and TV dramas, an injury typically provided the perfect opportunity for estranged couples to heal their emotional wounds alongside their physical ones.

But these two seemed determined to break every romantic convention.

Propping her chin with one hand, Corrine sighed softly. Clearly, Waldo’s path back to Jolene’s heart would be long and arduous.

Frustration tinged Waldo’s voice as he asked,

“Why don’t you call her and ask where she is?”

Corrine raised an eyebrow.

“If you’re so concerned, why not call her yourself? When ites to winning a woman back, shouldn’t you be doing the work rather than sending messengers?”

The logic wasn’t lost on Waldo.

If he could reach Jolene by phone, he wouldn’t need Corrine’s intervention at all.

He couldn’t fathom why Jolene’s anger ran so deep—blocking every possible contact method and even moving away just to avoid him.

That girl’s determination bordered on the extraordinary!

Waldo gritted his teeth, frustration etching lines across his face.fn3a89 ???? ????s? ???????s ?? find·novel/fn3a89

“Did you invite her to Jules’ wedding?”

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