NovelBookChapter 1134: After a moment, Nate finally broke the quiet, his voice barely a whisper. "One moment." He turned and walked toward Corrine.
At the sound of his familiar footsteps, Corrine slowly lifted her gaze. Their eyes met, and in that moment, it felt like a thousand words were exchanged. "Go ahead. Don't worry about me.” Nate's brows furrowed slightly at her words.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhen would his fiancée becmore needy? Her constant generosity only made Nate more curious about just how deep Corrine's love for him really went.
But he knew now wasn't the right tto dive into those thoughts.
"I'll be back soon. Saul and the others are here for you." Nate raised his hand and brushed a strand of hair from her face. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to reach out." Corrine smiled softly, "Alright." Nate hesitated, his eyes lingering on her. "Then I'll go." "Go on." Corrine gave his shoulder a gentle push. "Since when did you becso nagging?" Once Nate had left, Corrine shifted her attention to Mandy, who was standing behind her. "Is he here?" "In the guest quarters in the back courtyard," Mandy answered, her voice carrying a hint of something unspoken. "It's just a wall away from the Winter Hall." Corrine's eyes brightened with curiosity at the mention.
Just a wall away. That definitely piqued her interest.
Read more at gvlnovom "Let's go take a look." Corrine stood, straightening her clothes, and then made her way toward the door.
The guest quarters in the back courtyard were separated from the Winter Hall by a wall, though it wasn't a thick one. Any noise made in the guest quarters would easily be heard in the Winter Hall. But wasn't that exactly what made it intriguing? "Are these your people?" Corrine asked, spotting the black-clad figures with armbands scattered around the courtyard.
Mandy said, "They're Mr. Hopkins' people." In other words, those subordinates were different from Mandy, Presley, Saul, and the other two trusted aides of Nate's.
Corrine nodded, deep in thought.
She pushed open the door to a room and immediately saw Darrion tied to a chair.
His hair was disheveled, and his eyes were red and tired behind his m glasses. He looked like a helpless animal, stripped of its defenses, radiating a hollow, lifeless energy.
When he heard footsteps, Darrion slowly lifted his gaze but didn't m speak. In that moment, he seemed like a broken man, having long given up the will to fight.
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