NovelBookChapter 921: Corrine did not even spare him a glance. “Thank you for the reminder,” she said smoothly, before walking away without looking back.
Bruce reached for her wrist instinctively, his grip firm but hesitant. "Can you answer one question for me?" Her expression darkened instantly. "Let go," she snapped, jerking her arm free as if his touch were something repulsive. Disgust flashed across her face, sharp and unfiltered.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBruce ignored her reaction. "Why did you release those photos at my engagement party? Was it to get back at Leah, or was it to get back at me? Deep down, you still care about me, do you not? That is why you did it-to ruin my engagement to Leah." Corrine let out a short, amused breath, as if his words were too ridiculous to take seriously. "Do not flatter yourself," she said, her tone dripping with scorn. "I wanted Leah to taste what it feels like to be abandoned. That is all. And since I had the chance, I thought I would test the strength of your so-called unshakable relationship.” Her gaze flicked over him with pure disdain. “So spareyour pathetic self-importance, Mr. Ashton." With that, she turned on her heel and walked away.
Bruce remained rooted to the spot, watching her retreating figure with a dull, lingering ache in his chest.
He had been with Corrine for three years. He knew her well-her stubbornness, her pride, her refusal to forgive betrayal.
And now, there was no going back.
The woman who once loved him with everything she had was gone. Gone forever.
Corrine stepped into the company building, only to find herself face-to-face with Natasha. "What are you doing here?" she asked, surprised by the unexpected encounter.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFind the latest stories gVlnov_lsNatasha did not bother answering. Instead, she reached into her bag, pulled out an alcohol wipe, and held it out. "Clean up properly. Disinfect yourself.” Corrine let out a laugh, shaking her head as she wiped her hands with the alcohol wipe.
Noticing she had not done a thorough job, Natasha took her hand and carefully wiped away the remaining traces, making sure to clean between her fingers with meticulous precision.
"If you keep scrubbing like that, my skin will peel," Corrine teased, smirking.
Natasha glanced down at the reddened skin and frowned. "Twill inform security to throw him out if he dares to show up again." "And if he refuses to leave?"
"Then we will make sure he does-with force if necessary." Natasha's eyes darkened with open ve contempt as she recalled Bruce's shameless persistence. "Filth like him has no right to be anywhere near you."
Corrine sensed Natasha's deep-seated resentment toward Bruce. Assuming it stemmed from an inability to forgive his past actions, she chose not to dwell on it. Instead, she gestured ahead. "Cwithfor a moment."
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