NovelBookChapter 659: "I will step out for a moment. Let's talk later." She left the lounge and, by chance, ran into Hodge near the elevator.
"Corrine." She slowed, her expression polite but distant.
"Mr. Seymour." Hodge hesitated for only a second before speaking.
"I remember you loved The Count of Monte Cristo. A friend gavetwo tickets, and I wanted to invite you." Corrine tilted her head slightly, cutting him off with a small smile.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I never loved it. What I enjoyed was the revenge aspect. I like seeing people get what they deserve, like in a well-crafted thriller." Her tone remained firm but calm.
"If there is nothing else, I will be going. My boyfriend might get worried." Hodge stiffened.
"Boyfriend?" His eyebrows shot up.
"Since when? Why have I not heard about this?" Corrine's patience wore thin.
"That is my personal business. I do not need to explain it to you." Camouflage starts here → gVlnov☐☐☐☐ Hodge had always carried himself with an air of composure—far steadier than the impulsive Jules. Yet, at that moment, the way he reacted made her wonder if she had misjudged him all along.
Realizing he was losing ground, Hodge quickly tried to regain his footing.
"I didn't mean anything by it. I just wanted to know—what is he like? Does he treat you well? And... how long have you been together?" Corrine's expression tightened, a flicker of impatience crossing her face. Her voice, cool and detached, carried a subtle warning.
"This really is none of your concern." At the end of the day, Hodge was just Quentin's grandson. The two families had maintained a cordial relationship over the years, and as children, they had spent ttogether simply because circumstances dictated it.
But beyond that? There was nothing substantial. Corrine had never gone out of her way to cultivate any deeper connection.
As they grew older, their interactions dwindled, fading into near nonexistence. At this point, they were little more than acquaintances, linked only by distant familiarity.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFor him to pry into her affairs now-it was out of place. An overstep.
If she had known back then that Hodge would grow into such a m tactless man, she would have saved herself the trouble of ever considering him a friend.
Hodge caught the shift in her expression and Heardly cursem himself. He had been too brash. "Corrine, I apologize. I should not have asked." She did not acknowledge the apology.
"I have things to do. I will be leaving now," she said, her tone clipped.
As if on cue, the elevator doors m behind her slid open, and Matias stepped out. His sharp gaze flicked dout. His over Hodge before settling on Corrine. He gave her a respectful nod.
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