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“I’m not sure,” Nate admitted. “But if you’re really wondering, maybe you should talk to my grandmother.”

Corrine bit her lip in silence. Ever since she got together with Nate, she’d felt like something was moving them along—guiding each step. Now, with their engagement official, that sensation only intensified.

But the mastermind remained unknown. Was it Jax? Another influential family? Or perhaps even the seemingly kind and generous Evelyn?

Then there was the mysterious hairpin, which seemed more like a deliberate nt than a casual gift from Evelyn, meant to pique her curiosity for reasons yet unclear.

“Don’t overthink things,” Nate murmured soothingly, his voice a velvety whisper that curled around her ear, casting a spell over her senses.

Corrine sped Nate’s hand, which encircled her waist, her fingers caressing the contours of his hand with a tender yet troubled touch. “It just seems like everything—from confirming our rtionship to this engagement—has unfolded too seamlessly.”

The way their rtionship progressed—it was too neat. Too precise. Like the pieces had been arranged long before either of them stepped onto the board.

They were moving forward, but maybe not of their own ord.

Nate sensed an undercurrent of doubt in her words. His expression clouded slightly as he tightened his hold on her. “Are you having second thoughts about marrying me?”

Why else would she say things had unfolded too seamlessly?

Corrine tilted her head slightly, her eyes locked on Nate with unwavering focus. “Why would I have second thoughts? We’ve already kissed and slept together—I intend to see it through.”

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At her words, Nate’s face softened. His gaze on her seemed to say, “That’s more like it.”

A faintugh slipped from Corrine as she leaned into him, her attention drifting back toward the jacaranda trees in the distance.

The engagement party ended an hourter. After a round of farewells, everyone dispersed, heading off in separate directions.

Inside the car, Evelyn cast a sidelong nce at Nate. Her expression flickered with something unreadable. “What do you think about marrying Corrine?” She’d given her word to support Corrine’s wishes—and she intended to uphold it. But first, she needed to know exactly where Nate stood.

“I respect her decisions,” Nate said simply.

A faint smile tugged at Evelyn’s mouth. Having grown up in a fiercelypetitive world, Nate had always been cold andposed but emotionally detached. She had once feared he’d charge ahead without considering Corrine’s feelings. Now, it seemed her concern had been misced.

After a thoughtful pause, Evelyn’s voice took on a firmer tone. “Since Corrine hasn’t brought it up, neither should you. Pushing her could backfire.”

Catching the note of protectiveness in her voice, Nate arched a brow slightly, and a spark of humor glinted in his eyes. “Grandma, I am your grandson. Aren’t you supposed to be on my side?”

Why did she always seem to take Corrine’s side? Did she really hold Corrine in higher regard than her own grandson?

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