Chapter 12 Candid


    Confession


    "We should exchange contact information." Nate pulled out his phone with practiced ease, navigating to his WhatsApp profile before extending it toward Corrine. "Let me know whenever you''re free to visit my grandmother."


    A charming smile graced Corrine''s lips as she studied his earnest expression. "Since I gave your grandmother my word, I intend to keep it."


    "I knew you would keep your promise," Nate responded warmly. "Your willingness to spend time with her, make her happy, and show such respect means everything The least I can do is serve as your humble chauffeur to show my appreciation."


    His words,den with genuine gratitude, stirred something in Corrine''s heart. The unwavering trust in his voice touched her deeply.


    After brief contemtion, she retrieved her phone and connected with Nate on WhatsApp.


    "Would you mind sharing your phone number as well?" Nate ventured. Just in case WhatsApp messages are


    dyed."


    Corrine found herself momentarily speechless.


    Though she sensed ulterior motives behind his request, Nate''sposed demeanor made it difficult to suspect any ill intent.


    Releasing a quiet sigh, she shared her number.


    Nate immediately dialed, waiting for her phone to ring before ending the call. "That''s my number, Miss Hond.


    Please save it."


    Under his attentive gaze, Corrineplied. "Anything else, Mr. Hopkins?"


    Though his intentions remained unclear, her instincts urged caution.


    Nate, perceptive as ever, noticed her deliberate distance.


    "Haven''t you already discerned my intentions?" His dark eyes held steady, gleaming with hidden depths. "My grandmother taught me that pursuing a woman requiresplete sincerity, humility, initiative, consideration, and unwaveringmitment. You''ll see my other qualities in the future, but surely you''ve already noticed my initiative, haven''t you?"


    Corrine''s eyebrow twitched involuntarily.


    His candid confession of his intention left her struggling for words.


    "Mr. Hopkins, why this sudden deration? Corrine''s gaze darted away as she attempted to feign ignorance.


    The prospect of dealing with Nate or embarking on a new rtionship felt overwhelming.


    After all, they had only just met.


    "You must see how my grandmother adores you," Nate pressed, his intense gaze carrying unspoken meaning. “More importantly, I admire you deeply, Miss Hond."


    His directness eliminated any possibility of pretense.


    Their eyes met unexpectedly, causing Contine''s heart to flutter.


    A strange sensation stung her eyes, forcing her to look away. "I must be frank, Mr. Hopkins. Your decision seems premature. We barely know each other, and I''m not ready for a rtionship."


    Though unfamiliar with Nate''s character, she understood how male pride often bristled at rejection.


    "What constitutes knowing someone well?" Nate questioned, his prating gaze never wavering. His dark eyes held a predatory gleam, as if she were prey he refused to release.


    The Jilted Heiress'' Return To The High Life